And in a storme, as people sent from heau’n,
That nation vnto freedome to restore,
They by the tempest gainst Peniche driuen,
Vp to the waste in waters raging sore,
Through death and danger waded to the shore;
Where when they came vpon the marine sands,
In spight of foes they martiall’d vp their bands.
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For when the Conde De Fuentes came
With his proud troopes t’afront them in the fight,