No thirst of blood, of wealth, or dignitie,
No malice of reuenge or iniurie;
But to defend thy truth, we lift our armes
And to preuent our foes intended harmes.
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Heare then, O king of heau’n, thy hand-maid’s prayer,
Giue full effect vnto our iust desire,
In midst of stormes t’our fleet vouchsafe thy care,
And with thy heau’nly fortitude inspire
Our souldiers hearts, that they may not retire