Doubling his ships, redoubling them again,
From poop to prow, from side to side to press,
In an unequal fight is made sustain
Each Spanish ship a thousand, thousand fires;
And they with equal breath that death receive
So send it back. No, not to my desires,
If heaven would grant it me, could I achieve
The task that day’s heroic deeds to tell,
Not with a hundred tongues; hid from the sun
By smoke, Fame’s trumpet shall their praises swell,