To furnish out their most vnconquered fleet;
Before all which was consummate and done,
Bright Phœbus oft his yearely race had runne.
68.
Meane time Rome’s dragon rousde his bloodie crest,
And wau’d his wings, from whence that rabble rout,
That hell-hatch’d brood, who, fed on error’s brest
And suck’d her poysonous dugs, came crawling out
As was their woont, to flie the world about:
For those he hatch’d beneath his shadie wings,