From th’English fleet amongst the enemie.
253.
Then had th’Iberians dread, their pride did bow,
Their foes by valour brake their nauall round,
And as a torrent from an hil’s steepe brow,
Clad in fresh showers and thunder’s fearefull sound,
Beares all before it in the plaine land ground;
So did they beat from off their natiue bounds,
Spain’s mighty fleet with cannons scathful wounds.
254.