And those of Portugale and Scicilie,
With slick-hair’d youth of wanton Italie,
T’auenge faire England’s foule supposed wrong,
To Spaine’s Armada in thicke troopes did throng.
160.
Readie t’imbarke vpon the shores they stood,
Like flowers in spring, that beautifie the plaine,
Or like May flies orewhelmed by the flood,
As infinite, as leaues or drops of raine,
Powr’d from the heau’ns vpon the liquid maine,