183.
For when for certaine, fame th’intended harmes
Of Spaine’s blacke fleet to England’s shores did bring,
How gladly did her people flocke to armes,
And when the trumpe warre’s scathfull song did sing,
About their eares how pleasing did it ring?
Whose hearts with furie fed, to battell giuen,
With braue conceits did leape as high as heau’n.
184.
All townes did ring with sudden cri’d alarmes,