Did once againe belch vp his poisoned froth.
129.
Anno eodem 28.
Foureteene false traytors from darke treason’s den
He vp did call, foule elues of enuious night,
Rebels accurst, monsters abhorr’d of men,
Who for the black fleet now alreadie dight,
To passe th’vnfruitfull deepe with all her might,
Should make fit passage gainst that dreadfull day,
By their sweet prince and countrie’s swift decay.