In warlike sorte, we did them all inclose:
Euen so the wheele of Lady Fortune goes,
Abiects, castes downe, turnes topsie toruie quight,
The men of late extold with all her mayne and might.
11.
These ships my wants in some respect supplyde
With tacle, armour, vitayles and the rest
And so to Britayne land apace I hyde,
For kingdome lost to make againe request,
Or else by might and force away to wrest