That eight small ships with artificiall fire,

Amidst the Spanish fleet should driuen bee

In dead of night, to execute their ire

Vpon the foes, that did sweet sleepe desire:

Which dreadfull stratagem against the foe,

Stout Yong and valiant Prowse did vndergoe.

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The time came on, the drowzie night did frowne,

Who clasping th’earth’s wide bounds with sable wings,

Vpon the seas did powre grim darknesse downe,