Then all th’Iberian kings stout men of warre,
Renown’d for those replendent armes they bore,
Marching beneath his ensignes heard from farre,
Who vowing England spoil’d of all her store,
Should stoope her pride, and them outface no more;
Made swift repaire in concourse and thick crow’d,
To Spaine’s black fleet t’effect what they had vow’d.
158.
Ferdinando Cortez.
The sun-burnt Spaniards from that Indian shore,