While sleepe, that vnto care sweet comfort brings,
In quiet slumber, husht all watchfull things;
And then the ships all fir’d for the euent,
Amongst the foes with winde and tide were sent.
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Through foggie clouds of night’s Cymmerian blacke,
A glimmering light the watch did first espie,
Which drifting fast vpon the sea-god’s backe,
And to the Spanish fleete approching nigh,
Burst out in flames into the darkesome skie,