And digging downe into the earth’s black hart,
With that salt humor, that doth hidden lie,
Into the ayre make fierie lightnings flie,
Were all imploy’d by Spaine’s supreme command
To hurle their thunder gainst our sea-sieg’d land.
67.
All warre habiliments they did prepare
To set sterne Mars vpon his conquering feete,
Their farre-fetcht Indian gold they did not spare,
That nothing might be wanting, that was meet