188.
To shun their foes, each like a nimble hinde
In Neptune’s forrest, on the watrie greene,
Haue skipt from waue to waue, and with the winde,
When they list turne againe; they haue been seene
Like raging lions in their heate of spleene,
Flie on the Castile fleet to bring them vnder,
And with fell rore to teare their sides in sunder.
189.
All readie furnisht wafting to and fro,