The mangled ships not fearing to be drencht Gladly take breaches thereby to be quencht But now thou Tisiphonc infernall Muse Rouzing thy selfe from Stygian sleepe peruse The various Images of dreary Fate Hapning in this sad Fight and Intimate Them to my mind which well I thinke agree Not with a sweete and heauenly Muse but thee Th' Industrious Pilot sitting at the sterne VVhere in a little card he can discerne The vast vncertainetie of Neptunes haunt Ruling swift ships by powerfull Adamant Here as he sits retir'd and watchfull minds The frequent change of two and thirty winds Comes an vnruly shot and him doth force To certaine death change his vncertaine course So he that wont stern blasts in truce to bind Could not foresee when he should loose his wind From stormes and Mists of Death he could not free Himselfe who wont the Tempests curbe but he Who bearding Neptune vs'd on th' Ocean float Is now controll'd in Charons little boat The Master ranging vp and downe the Deck And wounded mortally to him doth beck His Mate who hasting to his ayd in vaine Is there together with the Maister slaine And at once ended with him his liues Date Proouing himselfe truely the Masters Mate The Trumpetter with braue reuiuing sound Quickning their dying harts is fell'd toth ' ground And as in 's mouth he still the brasse did wield His dying breath made it a dead march yeeld And hauing lent his Trumpet so much breath In 's life it turn'd him some againe at 's death The Drummer with his nimble hand repeating His doubled blowes without compassion beating His harmlesse drum which seem'd with groning cry To murmur at his Maisters cruelty Sodenly two rash bullets rudely come Tearing both skin of drumer and the Drum Drummer of life of sound the Drum 's bereft So Drum and Drummer both are speechles left The Gunner as with nimble hast he runs To fire his seldome-vaine-reporting Guns His head a leaden-winged bullet hits And his hard braine-pan into peeces splits He of a thousand this alone might vaunt That of his death he was not ignorant And this true riddle might of him abide He liued once by 's Death by 's life now dide Here comes a Captaine with vndaunted face Encouraging his souldiers to the Chace And being about to say be braue and bold An vntaught bullet rudely bids him hold And as death's mist in his dull eyes did wander Beseeching ayd he left to be commander And he whose voice from fainting thought to call them By 's dying grone doth fearefully apall them This leader faithfull to his vtmost breath Can onely now lead them the way to Death See how to steale the wauing flagg one climbs Vp by the cards but being espied betimes Tangled i' th' ropes he is of life bereft And so is hang'd for his intended Theft But the cords burnt wherin his leggs were bound He gets a Pirats death both hang'd and drown'd Some vnder hatches closed in despaire Mount vp their foes with powder into the aire Which done it seem'd a strange prodigious sight A troupe of armed men to maske the light It seemeth yet that they no damage meant 'em Who the next way vp into heauen sent 'em Making them flie beyond Dae dalian skill In the vast aire without a winged quill Giuing to them a strange vnwonted death Who hauing aire too much yet wanted breath See see the lot of sad Mortality Our chiefest help 's helpe oft to Miserie Some men who came secure from future harmes Inroll'd in well-proou'd steely clothed armes Fall by mischance into the sea 's dire hand Whence being vnarm'd they might haue sworn to land Their armes doe sinke and without mercy end 'em So kill'd by that which chiefly should defend ' em One with his Musket ready to giue fire Aymes at another aduerse Muskettier But his match missing fire hee 's forc't to die By the others matches true fidelity By which he di'de can scarc'ly well be knowne Whether by th' others Musket or his owne See there a Coward wanting heart t' abide The daunting face of the fierce aduerse side Slinketh behind the next not caring whither Comes a mad shot and kill 's 'em both together Praise him in this for though his life outdar'd him To equall th' other yet his death compar'd him Neuertheles if truly ye doe mind him As in his life in 's death he came behind him One seeming now his side begin to faile Shew's them their colours while himselfe lookes pale Sure by this man some Omen ill was showne To keepe their colours who could loose his owne Those men who chanced in the ships to fall The cruell sea was made their buirall And into th' waues without remorse were throwne Poore men slaine by their foes drownd by their owne A Fisherman who nigh them cut the Maine Sitting in 's boate was with a bullet slaine And the barke fir'd wherein he dead did fall Which gratis burnt gaue him his Funerall True to thy Maister kind boat who with him Didst oft in life and now in death do'st swim With him aliue in water that didst tire Thy waue-beat sides dy'st now with him in fire Yet me thinks thou shouldest not deserue this turne Who so oft plung'd with him which shouldest burne Yet saile with him t' Elysium saile the faster In Carons stead that thou maist waft thy Maister Strang Boat which thus we not amisse may call His Life Death Charon and his Funerall A Noble man that was a Renegate While he against his King doth boldly prate A shot takes off his head as if t were reason That he should be beheaded for his Treason A baser fellow while he dares complaine And raile against his once owne Soveraigne A true Liege-man as he thus boldly brags Striketh him vp and his vile body drags About the ship and while he vainely begs Remosles cutteth off his armes and legs And thinking then to throw him in the tide Hee 's caught vpon an Anchor on the side That one beholding rightly might haue sed He iustly was hang'd drawne and quartered Some fearing swords into the sea doe flie And so for feare of death feare not to die Some fall into the Ocean stain'd with gore Which from their former wounds had gusht before Which kill'd not them as it from them was spil'd But entring into them againe th' are kil'd Heere 's one about to strike his foe doth fall Into the sea before he can recall His erring stroke striking the sea to stay him The Ocean in revenge o' th blow doth slay him One fearing death doth faine to die and bleed And while he is in faining dies indeed Another being about to strike his foe Looseth at once his arme and threatning blow His left arme shiuering reaches at the other But cut atwaine lies with it's equall Brother Both ioyn'd though both devided as in spight Of Death they meant to part their last good-night By shaking hands the miserable truncke As loth to part
fainting vpon them sunke One seeing them together thus might say There a whole bodie all in peeces lay See two with sturdy grapple striuing whether Should overcome both fall in sea together Embracing both till they haue lost their breath And seeme though foes in life yet friends in death Two brothers slaine as they together stood One then might sweare they were allied in blood Other two who so nigh resembling were A lov'd mistake vnto the parents deare Cruell death sever'd them and that one left Poore parents knew of errour now bereft He left eternall cause of griefe renewes Who still aliue still his dead brother shew's And yet to them this comfort still he giues Th' one cannot die so long as th' other liues The wounded souldiers now that all else failes To stop their wounds doe teare their woful sailes Poore men who after they were overthrowne Had torne those wings wherby they might haue flown One with his bleeding ready to expire Thinks with his blood to quench the ship on fire And so in mids of flames he bleeding stands Tearing new wounds with his kind cruell hands And grieu'd to see his blood so little profit He oft adds teares to helpe the quenching of it Till at last fainting he is faine to fall Into the sea which made his Funerall And bleeding in it from each mangled lim He quenched it and it extinguish't him See a poore wretch with both armes cut asunder Distracted leapt into the water vnder Meaning to swim but see the wofull wretch With how much toile he laboureth to stretch His raw-veind stumps which for his armes before Gush nothing now but streames of deadly gore Faine would he catch t'vphold his wavering life Some kind remaine o' th ship but all his strife Doth make him sooner to be out of breath And wanting armes he yet embraces death One getteth this by hauing lost his eies In that he cannot see his miseries Anothers legges are gone that who him sees Might thinke he did begge pardon on his knees What refuge now is left when if they shun Th' approaching sword into the fire they run Shunning the fire they into waterfall So no way wants a certaine Funerall Thus after strange vnheard of sort they lie And death by many deaths makes one man die The mangled ships no longer can withstand Th'intruding sea and Mars his fiery brand But sinking downward one might then haue thought Them gone t' helpe Charon to waft ore his fraught The conquer'd fleet prickt now with desperate stings Of horror wish their army did of wings Onely consist but now as if it stood Tyed with fast anchors to the stubborne flood Mooues not away but void of all instruction Venter their owne to hasten the destruction Of their once Maisters who into corners creepe As among Wolues a flocke of trembling sheepe Much like a silly Doue whose broken wing Hath tried the Talons of the aiery King And lieth panting on the bloody ground Striving to flie from 's enemies rebound Alas poore bird it wants that winged oare Which should it's wonted scape to it restore And so at length with silent patience crouching It 's made a prey to the fierce bird encroching Thus fleet and bird lie i' th same wofull plight Whose onely wish is to be put to flight The Sunne no longer could endure to see ' Mongst humane men such inhumanity Therefore his Horses bathing in their fome With posting speed hast to their watrie home Where yet a while they all amazed flood Finding in stead of Sea a Sea of Blood FINIS
aspect more grim than is their life As breathing nought but bate and balefull strife Come fiercely forward all as if from thence They meant to moue their painted Residence The Lyon Elephant and sauage Hogge The Libard Tygre Ounce and cruell Dogge Sternely affront each other one might guesse In midst of Sea a sauage Wildernesse Wherein with admiration one might see So many a fierce wild beast so many a Tree But now our valiant Generall traversing About the fleet encourag'd them rehearsing This speech wherein he brauely did exhort To th' Fight which ready cut th' Oration short Courage braue friends and that is all I pray Strength cannot want where Courage leads the way But what need I th' vndaunted hearts excite Of them whose eies me thinks already fight Looke as ye doe and ye shall neuer need Weapons or hands to make your foes to bleed Your look's shall strike 'em dead and warlike sight Shall put your fearefull enemies to flight What ere ye aime at heere before you lie Honour Reuenge Spoile Riches Victorie Which if they mooue not see your Natiue Land Your Nurse your Mother see how she doth stand Afarre to marke which of you best shall render The Meed of Nurture who shall best defend her Them will she honour brauely then driue backe This vast Sea-monster which is come to racke Your Nursses entrailes com't but once to Land The very Earth will be affraid to stand It 's cruell brunt whither if reach it can The blood and teares will make an Ocean Deeper than this I see 'em now repaire O let my Omen vanish into aire Vnto our Land see how like Wolues they rage About the coasts sparing nor sex nor age See how they pull strong wals of Citties downe Leauing the men as naked as the Towne They raze your sacred Temples and not leaue A hallowed place where after ye may heaue Your hands for aide to heav'n Your Altars frames These wicked wretches with prophaned flames Sacrifice to their anger yea they dare To open Ghostly Tomb's and thence lay bare Your Ancestors sad Coffins whose dead ashes Instead of teares their Childrens blood be-dashes They dragge our ancient Parents vnto slaughter Answering their dying grones with cruell laughter Our younger Wiues and Sisters they deflour And baselâ— make our neerest kinsmen our Most hated foes our tender infants rawle Scarce borne being borne vnto their funerall These things which heav'n be thank't I but suppose Vnlesse yee helpe will once aduance our foes Say that our Nauy be farre lesse than theirs Haue not great ships amids their swift carriers Beene staid by little Remoraes Then on And let not this cold Element whereon We are to fight quench those couragious flames Which burne in euery manly brest that aimes At immortality but strike so sterne That the dumbe fishes may heereafter learne To speake your praises and each waue report Vnto it's neighbour in how valiant sort Ye fought till that the Oceans vtmost bound And farthest Thule with your fame shall sound Yea that the Sun when he at night shall presse This way may goe and tell th' Antipodes What acts he saw nor yet of ayd despaire The Sea it selfe if need shall aske will spare A thousand of his streaming arm 's for you All fish prooue sword-fish to fight for our due Thinke for no refuge heere to flie your hand Not feet must bring you backe againe to land No longer will the time with vs dispence What my speech wants my sword shall recompence Now 'twixt a thousand liues a thousand death 's Of time one little winged minute breath 's The loud-mouth'd Gun onely expects the fire At touch of which as burnt it should expire It 's skrieking voice groning that so much death Should be accomplish't by th' infectious breath Of it's dire mouth Darts ready are to part To hide their heads in some ill fortun'd hart Arrowes and Muskets leuel'd seeme to kill Before they can in act in fierie will One might haue thought viewing this fearefull sight ' Thad bin the picture of a Navall Fight But harke th' amazing signes of battell sound Making the lands remote and rockes rebound The shrill voic't Trumpet and couragious drum In barbarous language bid the foes to come Death's horrid vizar now begins t' appeare In their pale faces terrour and gastly feare In their amazed hearts doth panting rise And future blood bath's in their fiery eyes Sterne Cruelty aduanceth in their lids With headlong fury stalking in the mids Apelles present here or one so skil'd Might haue made pictures hence that would haue kil'd The thundring Ord'nance now began to rent Th' amazed aire the flames before it sent Seeme lightning and as deadly bullets flie Prodigious haile seem'd to powre downe the skie Smoake made a clowdy mist and all together Seeme on the sea to make tempestuous weather To call for ayd here stands as much instead As in that place when from a doubtfull head The seauen-mouth'd Nilus with a desperate shocke Headlong doth tumble from th' amazed rock Making the people on the neighbouring shelues That hearing him they cannot heare themselues Thus the fights noyse made many a man to fall In troublous death a silent Funerall Alas those Elements which vse t' vp hold Our crazy liues with their iust heate and cold Making compact our bodies constitution Striue now to cause it 's vtter dissolution The quicke and piercing fire as it doth burne Their wofull carkasses doth freezing turne Their minds to quaking feare and I hill despaire The liquid flitting and all-searching aire Admitts remorsles shot and murdring darts Denying breath at last to coole their harts The theevish water though it ran away With suttle shifts did notwithstanding slay And swallow most with a deuouring flood Onely poore earth starke still astonished stood Who viewing this would not haue thought a wonder That without raine wind lightning haile or thunder Or hidden shelues or rocks sea-ambusht back Or any temrest ships should suffer wrack That one might heere haue term'd it choose you whether A strong Calme or calme tempestuous wether See winged arrowes posting through the skie How quicke they hast froth ' battells rage to flie The trembling speares as souldiers doe them shake Seeme at their Maisters dangrs that they quake The flashing swords which sheathed once they ware Seeme now to feare being vnarm'd and bare But now each fleet each ship with hope-full pride Clash altogether furious side to side As when two winds in blacke tempestuous wether With boistrous wings impetuous meete together With their vntamed and resistles iustle Making high turrets shake and cedars rustle Where in light shirmish they remaine contending Till out of breath th' are faine to make an ending Now death 's at hand and night together keepe Cleare life and dreadfull death's blacke iron sleepe Fierce rage sad griefe blind Fury now grow higher Good cause when sence of touch and hearing nigher Men now with men contend and ships with ships One