In which disturbance driuen with winde and weather,
Spaine’s chiefe galiasse fell foule vpon another.
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Which all vnable to escape with flight,
The startled fleet did leaue alone forlorne,
Keeping aloofe at sea, all that sad night;
But when from th’east the opall-coloured morne
With golden light the ocean did adorne,
The English fleet Spaine’s great galliasse did spie,
Which cast vpon a sandie shoale did lie.