In the calme south Valubia Harbour stands,
Where Vale with Sea doth joyne its pure hands,
’Twixt whome to shipps commodious port is shewne,
That makes the riches of the world its owne;
Ike-ta and Vale, the Britons’ chiefest pride,
Glory of them, and all the world beside,
In sendinge round the riches of its tide;
Greeks and Pheniciens here of old have been,
Fetchinge from thence furs, hides, pure corne, and tynn,
Before greate Cæsar fought Cassibelynn.