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
lyon and the tusked boare The ravenous tigar borne still to devoure To barre him passage never had the powre Whole heards and hoasts could never make him stay His onlie sight suffic'd to make him way Forth of his nostrils burning flakes of fire As from an ovens gaping mouth did flame Wherewith he wasted in his raging ire All that oppos'd themselves against the same All the sea-monsters trembled at his name And when it pleas'd him progresse through the sea His fame was herauld to proclaime him way O what an heavenly sight it were to view And with the eie survey him on the maine Incountring with a prowd Tartessian crew The choysest Martialists of war-like Spaine And swarthy Moores and Indian slavish traine Mantling all Tethys with their Argos eies With high-topt masts included in the skies Their gallies fraughted full with men of war Whose oares plow'd furrowes in the swelling waves Than towred whales or dolphins larger far Of sise sufficient to be gyants graves Row'd with an hundred Indian captive slaves Made glaucie Nereûs groane and seeme to shrinke Who often wisht to see their navie sinke Sea-castles which they Galeazos nam'd Garded like bul-warks all the mightie fleete Whose masts of seaven conioyned oakes were fram'd By skilfull architecture made to meete Whose tops might seeme the element to greete Hoysed aloft their sailes display'd on high As though they ment to vaile the shining skie Who so beholding from the bordring shoare Had view'd their navie floating on the maine Would sweare they were no ships that Neptune bore But woods of cedars growing on a plaine Whose tops above the region of the raine Were damp'd with circumfused clouds from sight Which no transpiercinge eye could ken aright Neptune encircled in his watry armes His silver-shining darling Albion And in his bosome shielded her from harmes That might endanger his chiefe paragon Fearing of nothing save his louelie one And like as Perseus kept Andromeda So kept he her from monsters of the sea Now had our Dragon rous'd him from his cave Against his foe-men bending forth his flight All the sea-sourges passage to him gave Vntill he had his enemies in sight Gainst whome he bended all his force and might And in approch the adversarie deem'd That all heavens hoast to march against them seem'd Who so had ever seene in Arcadye The Molorchean Lion through the feilde Whole heards of beasts pursuing eagerlie That none escape but such as meeklye yeld Vntill desire of praie be largely fild He might have iudged how our Dragon rag'd Till full reveng his thirst had quite asswag'd On some he breath'd a fatall-burning fire That blew them up in ashes to the skye Others agast dreadinge his wrathfull ire Duck'd downe their fearefull heades immediatlie Vnder the waves to save themselves thereby So that their fleete invincible by fame Christninge anew he gave an other name As on Vlisses Circe did bestowe A blather where the windes imboweld were That at his pleasure he might let them blowe Or keepe them in when danger did appeare So DRAKE about him still the windes did beare And if misfortune forc'd some ships to fall Jove into sea-nimphs did transforme them all If fates had fram'd him in the Gyants age When â—erra's highe discent made heaven to tremble And Titans broode against the Gods did rage Whose trumpets that did thunders noyse resemble Whole myriads of monsters did assemble Whose coale-black ensignes in the sky displayed Out-bearded Jove and made the Gods dismayed When Phloegra's feilds and proud Pellene's coast Swarmed with troupes of gastlie Gyants bands Where sturdie Typhon generall of the hoast Summon'd his kinsmen with the hundred hands To come and fight with Jupiter for lands Vnder the conducte of great Briareûs With Gyaâ— Caeus and Halcyoneûs Their pondrous waight did make their mother grone Dreading she should be pressed downe to hell Their father Titan seemd him-selfe to mone As oft as from their mouths and nostrels fell Broade like Abyssus gulfe where divels doe dwell Forth issued mightie clouds of mistye smoake Whose duskie fogs his fierie beames did choake Ossa they pressed downe with Pelions waight And on them both impos'd Olympus hill Vpon whose crooked top by strength made straite Black pitch'd pavilions all the space did spill The which before the subtile ayre did fill Which beinge exiled from his proper place Wandred and could not finde a vacant space Porphyrio Crius and Enceladus With Ephialtes and Polybotes Pallas Lapetus Clytius Euritus Gration Agrius and Argyropes With millians moe as big and large as these Followed the colours of Typhoeus bands Swearing to batter heaven with their hands They wore no harnesse to defend their brest But marched naked gainst their foe-mens face They thought their skin was armour of the best To shield them woundlesse in the eager chase Such was the proofe thereof in everie place As scarce a thunder-bolt could enter in But was rebated with the verye skin Typhon whose ribs resembled cedar trees A quiver full of mountaines by his side In-steede of darts did beare and at his knees Two dragons heads in knotted ioyntes were ti'd Which in their mouths two fierie tongues did hide Against whose sting no plaister could prevaile Nor Moly nor Dictamnum once could heale In steede of trumpet Briareûs did roare And straind his high-resounding voice aloude Whose ougly note a base so gastly bore As when amid the aire some uncouth cloude Meetes with an other and together croude With such a deadlie-sounding fearefull voice As heaven and earth doe tremble at the noise Heaven hid his heade and seem'd to flye for feare The dastard Gods betooke themselves to flight And vnto Aegypt forth-with made repaire Not daring to encounter them by might But trusting more to flight than vnto fight Neere unto Nilus hoping so to scape Each one of them resum'd a divers shape Iove like a ram did weare both hornes wooll A livorie which of late he gave to manye Hence Ammon yet doth beare a horned scull Juno became a cow unknowen to anye To save her from the Gyants tirany Men to themselves their wives enioyned now While he did playe the sheepe and she the cow Swift-footed Mercurye his talars chaunged Into the serpent-slayeinge Ibis winge Venus turn'd to a fish the seaes now raunged Supposing that which first her life did bringe Should save her life againe from perishing Phoebe did play the cat Phoebus the crowe Bacchus disguised like a goate did goe O had victorious DRAKE among them then In heaven as now he is beene deifi'd They needed not have dreaded mortall men Nor for a world of Gyants have deni'd Their God-heads and like cowards in caves abide DRAKE shold have pierc'd theÌ„ with his burning darts Though all their thunder could not wound their harts Not to a fearefull ramme or feeble cow But to a dragon DRAKE himselfe should turne From whose fierce nostrils flakes of fire should flow That in a moment all their tents should burne And headlong from
their mountaines overturne Their big bon'd carcasses to Orcus evils And bid them there wage battaile with the devils O where is now that cunning Tarentine Archytas far renowned for his skill That could Arts purest quintessence refine And in faire Practiques limbecke at his will The purest iuyce of Theoriques flowrs distill And by proportion Geometrical Make wodden doves to flie and not to fall Where is that cunning man of Syracuse The first inventour of our Globes and Spheares So deepelie skild in Mathematiques use As that whole armies onlie one man feares Whose skilfull stratagems their might impaires And what a thousand could not doe by fight One could atchive by arts celestiall might Such as were they such was our worthy DRAKE Whose head a store-house was of pollicies That like his valour forc'd his foes to quake Making their hulkes to caper in the skies And quaver in the aire their Argos-eies So by a proper sleight he knew full well To send their ships to heaven their soules to hell Sometime when number vertue did surprise As vertue sometime is surpris'd by number His pollicie could soone a waie devise To flie their forces that might bring him under And how he could escape it made them wonder For of their Indian gold he made him wings And like a Phoenix safelie from them flings Thinke howe the Eagle armourer to Jove Espying Ganimede on Ida's plaines Intended to convey him to his love Which being noted by the Phrygian traines And other sturdie rutters Troian swaines They flocke togither with confused cries To rescue from the bird his lovelie prize An hundred yron-pointed darts they fling An hundred stones flie whistling by his eares An hundred deadlie-dinted staves they bring Yet neither darts nor stones nor staves he feares But through the aire his plumed crest he reares And in derision safelie scapes awaie Presenting unto Jove his long-lov'd praie So DRAKE divine ELISA's champion Ceazing upon a praie of Indian gold Meaning to ship it home to Albion Ballasts his barke with treasures manifold Which when the griev'd Iberians doe behold They swarme in troupes to take his prize awaie And to disrob him of his gained praie A thousand hel-mouth'd canons deadly shot A thousand ratling muskets hayle-stones flie Yet thousand deadlie canons hurt him not Nor thousand ratling muskets reckneth he But still rebeates them all as eagerlie And maugre all their beards brings home the spoile Ritching ELISA and ELISA's soile Those peereles Peeres that through the world have spred Their predecessours vertues and their owne And both with honour have enobeled Who to nobilities chiefe point are growne The sage attendants on ELISA's crowne Desir'd to venture on the foe with DRAKE And with his fortunes good or ill partake When forth they march'd against their eager foe HOPE and REVENGE did beare them out to war Garded with NON-PERILLE did they goe While BONADVENTVRE still their ensigne bare And cowardise by DREAD-NOVGHT bandon'd far SWIFT-SVRE their race though swift yet alway sure And good FORE-SIGHT to HOPE-WEL did allure Watchfull ADVISE did march in equipage Togither with her sister PROVIDENCE RELIEFE with AYDE and AYDE with high Courage Courage was guided with Experience And both did guide and garde their high pretence Where all such worthie vertues captaines were What coward would not be a conquerer The souldiers followed eager for the fight Knowne to the foe by face not by the backe Skilfull in fight but ignorant in flight Swift in assault but in retiring slacke Never returning but with foe-mens wracke Who would not be a souldier in that band Which ere it fought held VICTORIE in hand Art-tamed TYGARS made waie with their pawes The VNICORN's sharpe horne the foe did goare The ravenous BEARE with blood imbru'd his iawes The LYONS with their tailes did hurt them soare And cut them short for comming once a shoare And he that went out WHITE against his foe Returnes home RED for blood imbrued him so A silver GRAYHOVND led a GOLDEN-HINDE Now reconciled to his utter foe A ROE-BVCKE that did beare a lions minde Togither with DIANA still did goe And dreaded not her darts and murth'ring bowe The PHOENIX in his fleete her nest did make And HERCVLES himselfe attended DRAKE GODS-GIFT he had and God his gift did SPEEDE No misadventure cros'd where God did guide Where GOD did SAVE none other salve did neede He sped the iournie he did give the tide He sav'd the fleete from foes insulting pride How could the enterprise ill issue have Where GOD himselfe did guide did Speed did Save FORTVNE her selfe was present in the fleete But stoode not on her fickle-rowling wheele Constant stabilitie ballassed her feete And being constant knew not how to reele But rul'd the rudder and direct'd the keele How could mischance unto that ship betide Where FORTVNE was the pilot and the guide Garded with these associats royall traine Forth marched valiant DRAKE to martiall armes And makes an earth-quake through the coasts of Spaine When as his thundring drumme resoundes alarmes And roaring trumpets vollie forth their harmes HOPE and REVENGE to warre conducted DRAKE And VICTORIE TRIVMPH brought him backe Such were magnanimous DRAKES accomplices Not of the vulgar base inglorious sort But such did follow warres as rul'd in peace Whose very names their fortunes did import Such rare adherents did to DRAKE resort As he that but their ominous names once heard Did either vanquisht yeeld or flie affeard Neither in wars his worth was only knowne Although his worth was chieflie knowne in warres But all as well at home in peace was showne In moderating publique wealth's affaires As quieting his foes tumultuous iars And as the Lawrell crown'd him conquerour So did the Olive shew him counselour Like as abroade with unresisted armes He tam'd his foes prowde insultations Even so at home with lenitie he charmes His iarring friendes discordant passions Rescu'ing the poore from prowd vexations So all his life he made a warfare longe Abroade gainst enimies at home gainst wronge In warre he strove and striving still did gaine To vanquish all with never daunted might In peace he sought and seeking did obtaine All to excell in equity and right A iusticer in peace in warre a knight Though hard it were for him that might take ease Scipio to be in war Cato in peace The mighty sonne of more than mightie Jove Heaven-bearing Hercules most famosed For twelve atchivements and disaster love Of Deianira being captived After so many monsters vanquished Having subdu'd all monsters saving one Woman ordain'd to master him alone Heaven-honor'd Poets in eternall verse Among his many brave atchivements done As not the last nor least acte do rehearse His faire fame though by filthy service wonne Making th' Augaean Oxe-stall shine as sunne Which more then thirty yeares vnclens'd had bin By forcing of Alpheus river in Equall with Hercules in al save vice DRAKE of his country hath deserved grace Who by his industrie and quaint devise Enforc'd a
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