“Thou guide of all the world, great king of heauen, That seest all hearts with thy all-seeing eye, Thou knowest what cause vs to this warre hath driuen, No thirst of blood, of wealth, or dignitie, No malice of reuenge or iniurie; But to defend thy truth, we lift our armes And to preuent our foes intended harmes. 390. Heare then, O king of heau’n, thy hand-maid’s prayer, Giue full effect vnto our iust desire, In midst of stormes t’our fleet vouchsafe thy care, And with thy heau’nly fortitude inspire Our souldiers hearts, that they may not retire Vnto their homes without victorious fame, T’aduance the glorie of thy holy name.” 391. Thus pray’d _Eliza_, to whose iust request The God of Hosts aduisefull audience gaue, Who downe descending from his heau’nly rest, Did safely lead her ships, as she did craue, To Cadiz harbor ore the surging waue, Where to all eyes appear’d his true foresigne, That gainst th’Iberians they should victors shine. 392. As that thrice happie bird, the peacefull doue, When the old world groaning beneath the raigne Of giants raging rule, was drown’d by Ioue, Brought heau’nly newes of a new world againe Vnto the Arke, then floting on the maine: So now a doue did with her presence greet _Elizae’s_ Arke, then admirall of the fleet. 393. [Sidenote: Recorded by the Author then present.] For loe the fleet riding at seas in sight Of Cadiz towers, making that towne the marke Of their desire, the doue did stay her flight Vpon the maine yard of that stately barke, Which long before that time was term’d the Arke, Whose vnexpected presence did professe Peace to the fleet; but to the foes distresse: 394. Who from the browes of Cadiz loftie towers With eyes amaz’d, viewing so many a keele Floting vpon their seas, and seeing such powers Of martiall people arm’d in brightest steele, The cold effects of fainting feare did feele, Through whose faint brests remembrance now did run Of ancient wrongs to England’s empresse done. 395. The fleete descri’d, the citie high did ring Each where with horrid sound of shrill alarmes, In euery street Bellona loud did sing The song of battaile, and the foes in swarmes Did throng together in the streets to armes, While fearefull noise of children’s wofull cries, And women’s shrikes did pierce the echoing skies. 396.