Saint _Michael_ hight, and _Cyuil’s_ great Ascension, With th’admirall of the hulkes, three ships of fame, Each of the which so large was in dimension, That _Greenuil’s_ ship, that bore Vindicta’s name, Did seeme a skiffe compar’d vnto the same, With crosse-barre shot in fight he did so wound, That wallowing waues their hugenesse did confound. 336. [Sidenote: In this fight there were fiue ships of great burthen sunke, 1000 men, and many of especiall note slaine.] Against them all she proudly did enthunder, Vntill her masts were beaten ouerbord, Her deckes downe raz’d, her tackle cut asunder, Vntill her shot and powder, that were stor’d In her maim’d bulke could scarce one charge afford; Yea when her sides were euened with the waue She would not yeeld, but still her foes did braue. 337. And had not fate inforc’d her noble knight, To sinke downe senselesse in her hollow wombe, Euen he alone would haue withstood their might: But who, alas, can contradict the doome O wilfull fate, when time prefix’d is come; From musket’s mouth spit forth with vengefull breath, A fatall shot did wound the knight to death. 338. And at his death, to shew his mightie mind, Being from his ship conuei’d amongst his foes, Feeling th’approch of his last houre assign’d, As one not fear’d in all externall showes To leaue this life, whose end should end his woes, With manly lookes amidst his enemies These words he spake, ere death did close his eies: 339. [Sidenote: This he spake in Spanish, recorded in the 99 chap. of _Iohn Huighen van Linschoten_.] “In peace of mind I bid the world adew, For that a souldier’s death I truly die, And to my royall queene haue paid her due, Since by my timelesse death I glorifie My God, and her against her enemie: Which to my grace, since fame to her shall tell, With ioy I bid the world and her farewell.” 340. Thus fame’s faire finger in his manly prime, With honor’d touch in death did close his eies, Whose glorie shall outlast the prints of time, Caru’d in his brow, and like the sunne in skies, In darkest times each day shall fresh arise; For to my verse if heauen such grace do giue, True noble knight, thy name shall euer liue. 341. [Sidenote: _An. Reg. 34._ Out of M. _R. Hak._ in the last part of his second volume.]