And though the froward winds did them withstand,
They warped out their ships by force of hand.
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Then might they see from farre vpon the maine,
Like a blacke wood approching more and more,
Their foe-men’s tragicke fleet, which in disdaine
With sound of trumpets, drums, and cannons rore,
Came proudly thundring by the rockie shore,
And with amazement th’English to affright,
Their souldiers with loud shouts the heau’ns did smite.