But most of all, that plentious peopled towne, _Elizae’s_ best belou’d, faire London hight, Her mistresse rare escape with ioy did crowne, Whose loftie towers thrust vp themselues in sight, And ioy’d to glitter in the golden light, Affrighting sore sad night’s black drowzie dame, With splendor of huge fires refulgent flame. 140. [Sidenote: _An. Reg. 29._ _Drake’s_ voyage to East Cales. Out of the second part of the second volume of Nauigations, p. 121. _Hakluit._] This ioy once past t’auenge that villanie, Which Rome did by this bloodie plot pretend, Against _Elizae’s_ sacred maiestie, The aged sea-god’s backe, _Drake_ did ascend, And towards the foes wing’d with reuenge did wend, Mongst whom his name had been the gastly bug, T’affright yong infants at the mother’s dug. 141. His fleet transferr’d, with prosperous gale did sweepe Through parted wanes of Thetis waterie skie, Vnto the shores of the Castilian deepe, In whose proud billowes he did wafting lie, Vntill for truth he heard by his espie, Of that prepare, that in Cales harbor lay, For Spaine’s Armada gainst th’appointed day. 142. Then gaue he order for the nauall fight, And in the euening tide, when setting sun Leaues steepe Olympus to the darkesome night, The pine-plough’d seas with black clouds ouerrun, To giue the onset valiant _Drake_ begun: Hurling forth burning flames with hidious rore, Of brazen cannon on th’Iberian shore. 143. And as, when Boreas in a tempest raues, Leaping with wings of lightning from the skie, Makes clouds to crack and cuffes the swelling waues, Who from the storme of his fierce furie flie, In roling billowes on the bankes fast by; So wrapt in clouds of smoake and lightning pale, With dreadfull fight, _Drake_ did his foes assaile. 144. Six gallies thwart the towne at first did stand The violent onset, which the English gaue; But had they with strong oares and readie hand, Not made swift speed themselues and fleet to saue, They with the same had perisht in the waue; For _Drake_ with fire in hand without delay, Had burnt their ships and sunke them in the sea. 145. But loe a richer prize, he soone had wonne, Which did repay that losse with trebble gaine, Three barkes, of which each bore a thousand tunne, And in the deepe such compasse did containe, Seeming like floting mountaines on the maine, With cannons wounding shot he did intombe, With all their men in Thetis watrie wombe. 146.