Nor thus did thy undaunted valour cease,
Or wither with unactive peace:
Scarce were our civil broils allay'd,
While yet the wound of an intestine war
Had left a tender scar,
When of our new prosperities afraid,
Our jealous neighbours fatal arms prepare;
70In floating groves the enemy drew near.
Loud did the Belgian Lion roar,
Upon our coasts th' Armada did appear,