And being launcht into the sea’s blacke brest, By stormie puffe of Auster’s blustring blore, They carried were with violent storme opprest, 'Bout Bayon iles, and towards the sandie shore With swift winde-swelling sailes their nauie bore, Where both the generals on the barren strand, Did with two thousand souldiers put to land. 322. And as the wealthie fields of ripe-growen corne, Which ouercharg’d with seed their heads do bow Are by the reaper downe in handfuls borne, Who for that meed, which th’owner doth allow, Still plies his labour with a sweatie brow; So th’English did with sword and fire despoile The fruitfull plentie of that pleasant soile. 323. That strong street-fenced towne, Vigo by name, In ashie heapes on ground did groueling lie, And on the swift wings of a golden flame, The vaile-inriched Borsis mounting high, With blazing shine did glaze the cloudie skie, While eight miles compasse Vulcan’s fierie fume Dame Ceres gifts did in the vales consume. 324. Thus grac’d with noble conquest and rich spoile, The valiant victors with their royall fleet, Did passe the seas vnto their natiue soile, Where falling prostrate at their soueraigne’s feet, With glorious prize the virgin they did greet, The praise of which what they to her had giuen, She gaue againe vnto the King of heau’n. 325. [Sidenote: _Huighen van Linschoten_ and many others.] Vpon the deepes of Neptune’s large command, Many more high exploits were daily done. And from the vanquisht foes by force of hand, Many faire ships of many a hundred tonne Full fraught with wealthie prize were daily wonne, For forren pens speake wonder of the fame, And rich spoiles gotten in _Elizae’s_ name. 326. [Sidenote: _Anno eodem 31._ Taken out of the discourse written by that excellent enginer _M. Edward Wright_.] That famous horse-man, launce-fam’d _Clifford_ hight, The great Heröe noble _Cumberland_, About th’Azores in his foes despight Did scoure the seas, and with three ships command Each famous port vpon that slimie strand: For those few English, which he did assemble In three small ships, made all Tercera tremble. 327. Vpon the walles of Fayall, that strong towne, Which huge mount Pyco ouerlookes from west, He by strong hand with England’s crosse did crowne, And gainst that strand vpon the seas broad brest, Many great hulkes with blacke rouz’d waues distrest Of th’Indian fleet, full fraught with prize for Spaine, He brought to England ore the broad-backt maine. 328.