Where with fresh strength they labour’d to repell
The foes stout pride, twixt whom the fight grew fell.
407.
So long as faire Aurorae’s light did shine,
They equall fought and neither had the best;
But when the feruent sunne began decline
From th’hot meridian point and day decreast,
Feare did inuade each bold Iberian’s brest,
Who through the danger of the darkesome waue
Did flie their foes, themselues from death to saue.