On England’s coasts did sound out thicke alarmes,
Which strooke a terror to the heart of him
Who then did border about Neptune’s brim.
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So great a fleet, since that same god so old,
Grim-bearded Neptune bore the sea-gods name,
The golden eye of heau’n did nere behold,
Nor Agamemnon’s thousand ships, that came
To sacke proud Troy, and all her towers enflame,
Nor that Eoan monarche’s fleet, that scar’d