To be despoil’d in such successelesse warre;
And after all their boasting backe recoile,
With emptie hands vnto their natiue soyle.
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They heartlesse fled, but in their hastie flight,
Two great galeons of captiu’d Portugale,
The huge Saint Philip, and Saint Matthew hight,
Great Seymer and stout Winter did so gall
With wounding cuffe of cannons fierie ball,
That on the Belgian coast by friends forsaken,