Ouer the narrow seas deepe sandie beds,
They 'bout the coasts themselues did daily show,
In th’huffing winds wauing their silken reds,
And crimson crosses on their loftie heads:
Those ancient badges, through the world renown’d,
Which with high conquest fortune oft hath crown’d.
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Their braue demeanor did so much delight
The people, that beheld them on the maine,
That many more all readie for the fight,