A crimson colour to the siluer waue:
Whereby through th’English fleet each little boat
In Pagan blood triumphantly did float.
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With that great monster barke two hundred men
Reseru’d from death, in triumph we did scower
The seas: to Acon’s siege begirted then
By all the christian host, from whose watch-tower
The foe-men viewing my approching power,
And hearing of my deed vpon the deepe,