chast a wonder O who could leave a ladye chast and fayre But fortune for a while their loves did sunder That sundred love could never love impayre Vlysses left a ladie with an heyre DRAKE left a ladie bounteous fayre and wise For whose sweete love the Gods would leave the skies Vlysses did the innocent betraye And in extreames forsooke his aged frinde No such defaults did ever DRAKE bewraye This difference betweene them both I finde Wherein greate DRAKE Vlysses came behinde Vlysses Homer had to pen his storie DRAKE hath no Homer to emblaze his glorie Envie her selfe is forc'd to say the truth And yet the truth doth envie seldome say Since Brute train'd hither first the Troian youth If ever Brute train'd hither youth of Troye The small remaynder of the Greekes destroye Noblye discended from a vertuous line Noble discents make vertue more divine How still the silver rockes of Albion Lightned translucent lustre from the shoare Like to the carbuncles that shine upon The faire sunnes golden pallace ivorie dore Whose radiant splendour and whose beauties lore Vpon the world's extreamest wals reflect Dazling the eies that gaze on such aspect How that their loftie mindes could not be bounded Within the cancels that the world doe bound How that the deepest seas they search'd and sounded Beyonde all landes that ever have beene found Making the farmost seas our praise resounde And nations which not Fame her selfe had seene To carrol Englands fame and fames rare Queene How they have travers'd sundrie forraine lands Lands all inviron'd with the swelling seas Seas ignorant of endes devoide of bands Bands that might yeelde some harbour to their ease Ease to refresh them in their wearie waies Lands bands seas waies their mindes amated not By lands bands seas and waies they honour got Vnto the confines of Assyria Honour led princely EDWARD HENRIES sonne The third that did the English scepter sway Whose brave atchievements both in Acra donne And Galile when Nazareth was wonne Inroles in ancient recordes of renowne The tributorie fame to Englands crowne Rich hart of Lyon RICHARD Lyon-hart Twise match'd by name but never in renowne Two more in RICHARDS title bare a part But none save hee that wore the English crowne The name of Lyon-hart claim'd as his owne His hart was richest that a lyons was Save her rich hart whose hart all harts doth passe Tancred can tell and all Sicilia But most Messana his great victories The coastes of Palestine and Syria And Cyprus captivated Emprour's eies Sawe him attir'd in triumphs iollities And on the Pagans in defence of Syon His launce bare witnes that he was a Lyon Clio her selfe I feare would be offended And whip me downe with laurell from her mount If WILLIAM Peregrine be not commended If I should not that pilgrims praise recount In verse who did in verse so far surmount Since thou wert that I am not but would bee How can I not sweete Poet write of thee Brave LONG-SWORD in the coastes of Asia Displai'd the ensigne of the English fame And neere Nile-bord'ring Alexandria Engrav'd with steeled sword faire Albions name In characters which valours art did frame Where gainst the Saracens who Christ defied He boldly dying fought and fighting died Renowned MADOCKE Princes sonne of Wales Brave Cambro-britton uncontrol'd by might Blowne by successfull fortunes prosperous gales In discontentment most victorious knight Left his rich Princedome left to him by right Betweene his brethren in dissention A crowne twixt brethren breedes contention Before COLVMBVS ere set foote in Inde He did discover Nov ' Hispania Before VESPVCIVS liv'd did MADOCKE finde The world cald after him America He saw the famous Terra Florida Little regarding all their gaine and store Honour he gain'd and MADOCKE sought no more What coast or countrie knowes not MANDEVIL His pilgrimage of three and thirtie yeeres A vowed votarie to honour still Vnequaliz'd by valours chiefest peeres Whose travels legend whosoever heares May doubt if men for merites sainted bee Which should be Albons saint ALBANE or hee Couragious CABOT brave Venetian borne Fostred with honour-breathing English aire Victorious HENRIES name the more t'adorne And to emblazon Troynovant the faire Vnto the farmost climates made repaire And by the Southern and Septentrion Measur'd the fame of famous Albion Light-lesse and name-lesse Prima-vista laie Till from his eies it borrowed name and light Flora did never Florida aray Roses nor lillyes shew'd their shining sp'rite Till it was ros'd and lilied with his sight Thrise happy sight that verdant spring composes By strewing lands with lillyes and with roses By Labradars high Promontorie Cape Beyond the Iles of Cuba CABOT sayl'd Discovering Baccalaos uncouth shape The mightie Silver-river not conceal'd His tributorie sandes to him reveal'd Nor sdained it to be a tributour Vnto the Oceans mightie Emperour Honour of England brave SEBASTIAN Mirrour of Brittan magnanimitie Although by birth a right Venetian Yet for thy valour art and constancie Due unto England from thy infancie Venice thou claim'dst his birth England his art Now iudge thy selfe which hath the better part WYNDAM although thy rash temeritie Hastning to rendlesse gaine gain'd hastned end And though improvident celeritie Too soone accelerated death did send Yet since so far thy valour did extend And death for rashnes made full satisfaction Why should not fame advance thy valorous action When valours fire enflam'd young Isadas Rashlie to venture battaile unregarded His rashnes by a mulct corrected was But with a crowne his valour was rewarded Because his prowesse had the Spartans guarded For if by rashnesse valour have got honour We blame the rashnes but rewarde the valour Then WYNDAM though thy high-resolved thought A hare-brain'd hardiment had ill prevented Yet since so deere thou hast this rashnes bought Which at the fatall rate of death was rented Let envie with misfortune be contented Had'st thou Vlysses head to Hectors hart The world a braver peere could not impart With like misfortune though unlike advise Did fame-enobled WILLOVGHBY intend A famous actions haplesse enterprise Arzina saw his lamentable end Which her eternal-winters frost did send Though freezing cold benum'd his vitall flame Heate shall not hurt nor cold consume his Fame Fortune not alwaie good nor alwaie ill Willing to shew her mercie with her powre Feasted on others falles as seem'd her fill Smil'd with a mild aspect on CHAVNCELOVR Making herselfe his dailie oratour Heereby quoth shee the world shall know my powrs How Fortune sometime laughes as well as lowres Forth-with for him a barke her selfe shee fram'd Inchaunting it with an almightie charme Which shee the blis-full Bon-adventure nam'd Which winde nor wave nor heat nor cold could harme While her omnipotence the same did arme Guiding it safelie to Moscovia Safelie reducing it from Russia Bold with successe and prowd on fortunes favour Againe his loftie sailes he doth advaunce Allur'd by silvers soule-attractive savour But fortune like the moone in change and chaunce That never twise doth
eyes with darknesse dazeled Since first these clouds his face incurtained A darke eclipse obscures his shining light That latelie made cleare day in darkest night Behold the loftie Cedars statelie toppe Whilome attir'd in summers riche aray That in the skies his prowd heade did enwrap Now are his greene-silke leaves gon to decay His tufted boughes and braunches falne awaie And since his nutrimentall sap is perisht He falling breakes the trees he latelie cherisht He that the bravest Champion was accounted Boldlie t' incounter with the proudest foe Now from his statelie courser is dismounted And hath by death receiv'd an overthrowe Vnto the worlds inconsolable woe The tournament turn'd to lamenting feares And all the triumphs into ruthfull teares A sacred Temple edifi'd to Fame Where honour annuallie did sacrifice An holy Hecatombe to her name Now level'd with the earth everted lies This onlie comfort have the votaries That though the temple thus be over-blowne The sacred saint shall nere be overthrowne The vulture anguish â—ireth on my mawe Sorrow hath ceazed on my grieved hart There doth he without intermission gnawe From hence the other never can depart But still begins and never endes my smart And thus poore I twixt sorrow and twixt anguish Doe neither live nor die but alwaie languish Ay me what shall I doe this griefe t' alaie Shall I with fained smiles my smart conceale Ah no! like fire it will it selfe bewraie Or shall I sue to heaven his backe repeale Ah no! such sutes with heaven can nere prevaile What therefore shall I doe this griefe t' alaie Still grieve till Death take griefe and life awaie O Death inhous'd in hells profundities Now excercise on mee thy tyranie Anatomize me into atomies Set period to my full falne extasie Prolong no longer this long tragedie O Death some ease unto my sorrow send For Death they say doth griefe and sorrow end What say they Death doth griefe and sorrow end O how they are deceav'd in saying so Death onlie did this griefe and sorrow send Death was the onlie agent of our woe Death was our drerie and our dismall foe For had not Death himselfe subdued DRAKE The world beside could not him captive make This onelie comfort is unto us left O simple comfort in so great distresse That no prowd Spaniard hath his life bereft No man may boast he caus'd our wretchednesse Nor triumph he subdued earths worthinesse But onlie Death our treasure hath bereaven And that was due to earth he gave to heaven To heaven ah why is heaven covetous Why are the Gods ô pardon griefe so greedie To ravish from the earth the precious And leave to us th' unworthie base and needie O heavens what can our harmes and losses steed yee Ah Jove if thou beest rightly term'd a giver Why dost thou take from earth that shoulde relieve her An high disdaine enrag'd the Macedon And gall did grate against his eager brest Dreading his father all the world had won And measur'd with his sword from east to west And he should languish in ignoble rest Wherefore he often wisht two worldes had bin One for his father one for him to win As great as Alexander in renowne In vertue greater farre then ever hee Great DRAKE on nature sometime seem'd to frowne That but one world and that all knowne should be Wherefore he sought some other world to see Vntill at length so heaven he did attaine And finding heaven scorn'd to returne againe As one that vowes a solemne pilgrimage To some canoniz'd Saints religious shrine Doth leave his solitarie hermitage And with a new-incensed zeale divine Vnto devotion doth his minde incline Passing the way and day in meditation Beguiling both with holy contemplation At length with often-tired tedious race Alwaie invoking Saints successive aide Arriveth at the sanctified place Where after all his orisons are saide And due oblations to his Saint are paide Ravisht in spirite with devoted zeale Becomes a Priest and will not home repeale So DRAKE the pilgrime of the world intending A vowed voyage unto Honours shrine At length his pilgrimage in heaven had ending Where ravisht with the ioies more than divine That in the temple of the Gods doe shine There did a never-dying life renew Bidding base earth and all the world adewe Intending for to worke his countries pleasure O cruell chance he wrought his countries paine And minding to augment faire Englands treasure Alasse he drowned in the Ocean maine The richest treasure England did containe Save one rare iewell whose rich price is such As none can either prize or praise too much What treasure was it then that DRAKE hath lost It was not silver silver yeeldes to gold It was not gold pearle is of greater cost Nor pearle for precious stones are dearer sold Yet precious stones this treasure did not hold O no! it was himselfe more worth alone Then silver gold or pearle or precious stone O dire mischance ô lamentable losse Impov'rishing the riches of our Ile O wherefore should sinister dest'nie crosse And with her frowne incurtaine fortunes smile O now I see she smiles but to beguile O Fortune alwaie to deserts unkinde That England lost not all the world can finde O let us loose our sight with shedding teares And with eternall weeping loose our eies Loose breath with sighes loose minde with drerie feares Loose sence with terror and loose voice with cries Still meditating on our miseries Since we have found his losse he lost his breath Since we haue lost his helpe he found his death But oh why doe we breake our hearts with griefe And to the sencelesse aire sigh forth our grones Sith all in vaine heavens send us no reliefe But stop their eares against our piteous mones Our sighes as soone maie penetrate the stones As heavens hard eares ô therefore doe we plaine And therefore weepe because we weepe in vaine We weepe in vaine because for him we weepe Since he with saints in thought-surmounting ioie At Joves great festivall doth revell keepe Where neither scarsitie doth him annoie Nor loath'd satietie his minde accloy O since that he from us is gone to blisse We doe lament our owne mishap not his The fairest plot in all th' Elisian field By Joves commaund is unto him assign'd And heavens eternall Summer-house doth yeeld A paradise unto his soule refin'd For sacred contemplation of the minde And as of men to Gods he was the neerest So now to Jove of Gods he is the deerest And if his death be rightfully respected Some ioie it hath to mitigate our woe For that which for our country is effected Is good though death with these effectes doth goe And well he dies that dies gainst countries foe Therefore though death unto him did betide O ioyfull end DRAKE for his countrie di'd DRAKE for his country di'd ô ioyfull end This ioyfull ende beganne his countries woe His glorious death his country did defend And yet his death did grieve his country so As flouds of sorrow doe her overflowe Well did he die that for his country died Had not his countries death to his beene tied This end began our woe ended our pleasure This end did end our weale began our paine This end began our losse ended our treasure This end did end our mirth began our plaine This end began our griefe ended our gaine This end did end reliefe began annoy O then no ioyfull end but end of ioy Spaine clap thy hands while we our hands do wringe And while wee weepe laughe thou at our distresse While wee doe sob and sighe sit thou and singe Smile thou while wee lament with heavinesse While wee our griefe do thou thy ioy expresse Since hee who made us triumph and thee quake Hath ceas'd to live ô most victorious DRAKE Proud Spaine although our Dragon be bereft vs Wee rampant Lions have enowe for thee Magnanimous ESSEX heav'ns delight is left vs And ô long may the heavens let him be Greate COMBERLAND and HOWARD yet have we And ô long may wee have them and enioy These worthies to our wealth and thine annoy These yet survive o may they so for ever To make eternall thunder in thine eares With their hart-daunting names and like a fever To make thee tremble all distraught with feares When thou th' alarume of their trumpets heares ELISA lives and while ELISA raignes One England neede not feare an hundred Spaines And that deare bodie held in Neptunes wombe By Jove shalbe translated to the skie The sea no more heaven then shall be his tombe Where he a new-made star eternallie Shall shine transparent to spectatours eie A fearefull comet in the sight of Spaine But shall to us a radiant light remaine He who alive to them a Dragon was Shalbe a Dragon unto them againe For with his death his terrour shall not passe But still amid the aire he shall remaine A dreadfull Meteor in the eie of Spaine And as a fierie Dragon shall portend Englandes successe and Spaines disaster end Knowne to the heavens by honour long before Now by the presence of th'immortall soule O new-made saint for now a man no more Admit my tender infant Muse t' inroule Thy name in honours everlasting scroule What though thy prayses cannot live by me Yet may I hope to live by praysing thee And may thy prayses live a while by me Though praysing thus I doe but staine thy praise And I awhile may live by praysing thee Vntill some heavenlie Muse begin to rayse Thy fame from grave to live eternall dayes If ominous birds beguile not with their song I augurize this shall be done ere long Phoebus himselfe shall chronicle thy fame And of a radiant sunne-beame make the pen The inke the milke whence Via Lactea came Th' empyrean he aven the volume shalbe then To register this miracle of men The sunne and moone the letters capitall The stars the commas and the periods all Joves silver foote-stoole shall be librarie That shall these Actes and Monuments containe Which that they maie to after ages tarie And as a true memoriall still remaine Eternitie is th' adamantine chaine And that the heaveÌ„s stil on DRAKES praise may look The Gods shall reade and Saintes peruse the booke Quis Martem tunica tectum adamantina Dignè scripserit FINIS
shew like countenaunce At Pettislego drench'd him in the seaes Thus most she hurts when most she seemes to please O tempt not Fortune shee will not be tempted Her thunder followes when her lightning's donne Her dangers are fore-seene but not prevented When shee doth frowne thinke shee will smile anone And when shee smiles thinke not her frownes are gone What doth her laughter but her lowr's importune Misfortune followes him that tempteth fortune Aske the Wingandicoa savages They can relate of GRINVILE and his deedes The Iles of Flores and Azores these Extol his valour and victorious meedes While Spaines grip't hart fresh streams of anguish bleeds His worth withall the world his praise made even But he scorn'd earth and therefore went to heaven What time out-sliding thought so far could flie As did heroique CAVENDISH drive his sailes The great Magores kingdome did he see Where freezing Boreas rings his northern peales Gainst whose benumming blast no heate availes His prowesse hath beene knowne to Mallaca And to her neighbour-bord'ring Bengala Knighted by honour in deserts faire field Death-scorning GILBERT chronicled by fame To Englands Monarchesse did force to yeeld The savage lande that New-found now we name Making wilde people milde submisse and tame O were mens lives unto their praises tied Then noble GILBERT never hadst thou died But cursed fates did crosse brave CHIDLIES thought O that brave thoughts by fates still cross'd should be Nothing but worth his hungrie humour sought Nothing but honours Nectar thirsted hee When death untimely did exact his fee But CHIDLIE that which death took froÌ„ thy daies Honour shall adde to thine immortall praise If searching labyrinths inextricable By hard adventures and ambiguous waies To purchase glorie and renowne be able And meritorious of eternall praise Then FROBISHER out-lives the Sybils daies What death tooke from his life this gives his name Death hath no dart to slaie deserved fame Out of the concave cavern's of the earth Her golden-oared entrals he descri'd Exiling famine povertie and dearth These precious bowels having once espi'd Where massie gold ingorged did abide He recompensed natures iniurie That gives earth gold and leaves men povertie Rich China and faire Met ' Incognita Admir'd his valour and extold his fame Cathaia and the great America The dangerous straights that yet doe bear his name Are monumentall annals of the same Annals wherein posteritie shall reade How fame the living salves revives the dead Now drop my pen in inke of drery teares A name of late of laughter and of ioye But now ô death the agent of our feares A name of dolour and of dire annoye The sad memoriall of the fates destroye HAVVKINS ô now my hart cleave thou a sunder In naming him me seemes I name a wonder Epitome of Gods heavens conterfaire Fames Pyramis honours imagerye Highe throne wherein all vertues made their seate True prospective of immortalitie Faire mirrour of celestiall maiestie White palme whose silver boughes inharbour'd rest Snowe-feath'red swan the Nestor of the West Nestor in wisedome art and pollicie Nestor in knowledge skyll and prudencie Nestor in counsell and in gravitie Nestor in wit fore-sight and modestie Nestor in might and magnanimitie O would he had as he had Nestors haires Enioyed Nestors age and Nestors yeares A mortall man more then a man of late If mortall man more then a man maie be Since his lifes calender is out of date And deaths new-yeare exactes his custom'd fee No more a man nor mortall now is hee No more a man because of breath bereaven Mortall no more because a saint in heaven CLIFFORD a name that still was ominous Prefiguring an high-resolved minde Victorious vent'rous vertuous valorous Eternall adiunctes to that noble kinde By natures secret influence assign'd Who can denie that names are ominous For CLIFFORDS name hath still beene valorous O had he perish'd in his enterprise As did th' inventour of that brasen beast Who first that fatall engin did devise The dismall Gunne the actour of unrest Whose thunder-bolts do pearce the strongest brest O had he perish'd in his mothers wombe And that which gave him life had beene his tombe Now is the consummation of your griefe The fates have set full period to your paine He who on earth was all your hearts reliefe Whose absence you in heaven it selfe did plaine If plaints attach them that in heaven remaine In heaven is now associate of your ioie Your glad our griefe your pleasure our annoie You whose exploites the world it selfe admired Admire the strange exploites of peereles DRAKE And you whom nether lands nor sea's have tired Have tir'd your tongues when they rehearsall make What hard adventures he did undertake Then if that such Atlantes are too weake What marvell if this waight our shoulders breake O you once matchlesse monarches of the seas But now advanced to an higher place Invested Vice-roy's and high Satrapes In that faire palace neere the milken race O thinke not that his praise doth yours deface If he be iustlie prais'd you iustlie graced Your graces by his praise are not defaced What though his worth above yours is extold Yet thereby is not yours extenuated What though your neighbours iewels dearer sold Than for the price whereat your gemme is rated What thereby is your Diamond abated Wherefore to give both him and you your due I saie he was the best the next were you Like as some travel-tired passenger By silent-sliding Thames rose-shadow'd side Poore care-accloyed pilgrime traveler Sits downe to view the sight-reviving slide The wanton-bubling waters gentle glide Smiling to see the rivers quav'ring flankes Dallie upon the daysie-diap'red bankes Thus while he feasteth both his eies and eares With native musicke sweeter then a mans Like to a showre of silver snowe appeares A flight of alabaster-feath'red swans Whose number while his sence amasing scans Forth-with an other flight his minde doth comber And thus doth number bring him out of number So in the May-tide of his sommer age Valour enmov'd the minde of ventious DRAKE To lay his life with winds and waves in gage And bold and hard adventures t' undertake Leaving his countrie for his countrâ—'s sake Loathinge the life that cowardise doth staine Preferting death if death might honour gaine At Cuba silver at Coquimbo gold At China cloth and precious silkes he found Pearle at the Pearled Iles he did behold Rich Couchanelo hoarded did abound Imbosom'd in Tichamachalco's ground Thus his industrious labour still did raise The publique profite and his private praise As Nilus with his inundation Vpon all Aegypt fertile fat lesse showrs Or as Euphrates on the Chaldee nation An over-flowing floud of plentie powrs And graceth all the continent with flowrs So DRAKE his countrie fil'd with store plentie And filling it himselfe was almost emptie Whereas the night can never finde a place The suns eternall shining to asswage Whereas the sun durst never shew his face For feare of icye winters choaking rage Nations unknown unto
the antique age There hath he bene and made eternall light Where but for him had bene eternall night Plung'd in the Ocean of perplexities With waves of death and windes of black despaire Amid the Scyllas of uncertainties With sourges of sad death and drery feare Which to the skies their billowes oft did reare Scorne-fortune DRAKE by fortunes rage was borne The more she rag'd the more he did her scorne Where dismall dread and agonizinge deathe Hovers about them with their hellish wings Still threatning to intoxicate their breath And stop the conduicts of the vitall springs That nutrimentall spirites to them brings Even in the laws of death did valor beare him That death himself might know DRAKE did not fear him O heavens why take you that which late you gave O seas why hold you him that once held you O earth how hast thou miss'd that thou did'st crave O England how art thou bereft thy due O unto whom wilt thou for comfort sue To earth why that's partaker of thy mone To heavens ah they with-hold that is thine owne O now descend my ever-mourning Muse Downe from the by-cliffe of thy sisters mount Forsake Cytheron nor frequent the use Of th' amber weeping Pegase-hoofe-made fount Now prune thy wings aloft thou maist not mount Sighe forth the humble modell of thy woe For ioie ascends but sorrow sings below Now chaunge thy winter-scorning lawrell boughes That made thy temples swell with mounting braine And with sad cypresse all begirt thy browes The drerie ensignes of ensuing paine Sad presentations of a tragicke vaine In whose broade leaves spectatours cies maie see The deepe-grav'd characters of extasie Now leave Pernassus heaven-aspiring mountaine For sad Avernus hel-depressed plaines Leave Aganippes hony-bubling fountaine Whereby the Muses Chorus still remaines And to the waters warble forth their straines Leave Aganippe for the Stygian lake And for the fiendes the Muses songs forsake In steede of Helicons greene-varnisht grove Walke in the silent shade of Erebus In steede of Ida where the ladies strove Before the braine-sicke sonne of Priamus Frequent the bloomy walkes of Taenarus Weare sable Heben for the springing bay Chaunge ioies aucoutrements for griefes aray Sorrow be thou my Muse sadnesse my song And death the subiect that I versifie The destinies despight and fortunes wronge Is that which now I must historifie In silent cell of sad Melancholie My Heben pen shall poure out ynkie teares That he maie weepe that reades he sigh that heares But that which Jove and destinie hath don Men may lament but never disanull And they that checke me for presumption When love constrain'd me write though I were dull Blaming presumption must praise love at full And easilie the fault may be redressed Where love and dutie only have transgressed Now was the mon'the that olde Sextilis name Chaung'd by the Roman Senates sage decree And gloryinge so to innovate the same To have himselfe new-christ'ned did agree Proud that Augustus god-father should bee While Ceres clad him in a mantle fayre Of bearded corne still quavering with the ayre When as a royall fleete with ioyfull mindes O how mishap is neerest still to ioy Daringe their hopes and lives to sea and windes Two trustlesse treasurers full of annoye Did toward the westerne Indes their course imploy Whose guide to DRAKE HAWKINS was assign'd When they went forth ô who would stay behinde Whether to win from Spaine that was not Spaines Or to acquite us of sustained wronge Or intercept their Indian hoped gaines Thereby to weaken them and make us stronge Heere to discusse to me doth not belong Yet if griefe maie saie truth by natures lawes Ill was th' effect how good so-ere the cause Now are they on the seas resolv'd to proove The mercie of a mercie-wanting wave England behinde them lies there lies their love Before them and about them aire they have And sometime foggie mists their sight bereave Beneath them seas above them skies they finde Seas full of waves skies threatning stormes winde O Neptune never like thy selfe in shew Inconstant variable mutable How dost thou Proteus-like thy forme renew O whereto is thy change imputable O whereunto art thou best suteable Rightly the moone predominateth thee For thou art all as changeable as shee Thus still ambiguous twixt feare and hope Feare in the stormes and hope in calmer tide Passing saint Michaels promontorie toppe At length the bay of Portingale they spi'de Where not determining long time t' abide Againe they venter on their daungers source And to the Grand Canaries bend their course Now passe in silence ô my drouping pen So manie famous townes and ports past by Some tooke some burnt some unassaulted then As that Port Rico place of miserie Where ô great HAWKINS brave CLIFFORD lie The taking of the citty Hatch conceale Nor many other brave attempts reveale Only two base ignoble places tell Famous for nothing but for death and dreade Where ô that which my Muse lamentes befell The stages where our tragedie was plaide Th' one Scudo th' other Portabella saide Both to be rased out of memorie But for memoriall of this tragedie O wherefore should so manie famous places Worthie eternall memorie and fame Be heere conceal'd unworthy such disgraces And these two should be registred by name Though meritorious of eternall blame But some are sometime named to their shames And therefore must I tell these places names Whether of both was in the greatest fault I know not nor I care not much to knowe Far deeper passions now my minde assault Thus much I know ô that I knew not so Both iointlie ioin'd to aggravate our woe Since he on whom his countries hope relied At Scudo sickned at Portbella died Accursed Ile whose life-impoys'ning aire Intoxicates his sanctified breath But most accursed port that did impaire That flesh compacted of the purest earth And made the same a sacrifice to death O let them languish in eternall night That did extinguish earths faire-shining light O let these places be earth's dismall hell Th' inhabitants eternall-tortur'd ghosts The snaky-hayred Furies loathsome cell Swarming with fiends and damned spirites hoasts And palpable thick fogs infect the coasts And bee this never-ending purgatorie A place of pennance for DRAKES wofull story O soule exhale out of thy deepest center The sorrow-sobbing sighes of extasie O let thy voice heavens territories enter Breathe forth into the aires concavitie The dismall accents of thy tragedie Call heaven and earth to witnesse of thy woe How that thy griefe doth heaven and earth oreflowe O let our clamours to the skies repaire O let our smoake-exhalinge breaths enfold A mightie cloud of sighes amid the aire Like vapours in the element enrold By Sol's attractive powre expellinge cold Till being dissolv'd they shal on earth againe Powre downe a deluge of teare-showring raine Now dusky clouds have overcast the sunne That latelie bright translucent splendour shed In radiant rayes that from his beames did runne Into earth's