With many great Heroes far renown’d,

Past with triumphant sailes ore seas and sand,

From England’s shores vnto the Belgicke strand,

Where after all their high atchieuements done,

Their fleece was fame, their gold was glorie won.

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O, noble virgin! O, victorious dame,

England’s Bellona, nurse of chiualrie!

What age brought forth so many sonnes of fame,

In all the world’s thrice-changed monarchie,