He burnt with raging fire of flaming brand,
And sunk her bulke in shoales of swallowing sand.
320.
Thus though the English disappointed were
Of seating Don Antonio in the throne,
Through that base female stomackt nation’s feare,
Whose sad distresse no future time shall moane,
Though vnder tyrant’s yoke their spirits groane;
Yet fame, the prize on which they ment to pray,
In their swift barks with them they brought away.