Then the faire wals inricht with painting’s grace, And portals proud of gold are all cast downe, Sterne Mulciber in his bright armes embrace Doth graspe the towres, and on th’inflamed towne Through rolling clouds of smoake doth sternely frowne; Whose fierce fiers climing houses far away, By foes are seene to worke the towne’s decay. 432. Thus burnt Spaine’s Cadiz fam’d for that faire place, Where great Alcides, when his sword did tame The triple Gerion borne of tyrant’s race, Did fixe his pillars t’eternize his name, With _ne plus vltra_ grauen on the same; Thus did it burne captiu’d in English yoke, And all her fame lay stifled in the smoke. 433. After the spoile, exchange of captiues made For those, that Spaine had long captiu’d before, Each souldier’s prize aboard the fleet conuei’d, Leauing the towne despoil’d of all her store, All made returne vnto the ships at shore; At whose depart such after-signe was seene, As had before at their arriuall been. 434. [Sidenote: Recorded by the Author then present.] For hoysing saile at sea, loe as before Vpon the Arke a doue her flight did stay, With which departing from th’Iberian shore, She from the same departed not away; But kept her station till that happie day, That all the fleet did with the compleat hoast Arriue in triumph on the English coast. 435. Thus when vpon _Elizae’s_ royall brow, Time’s honor’d age in print had set his signe, Euen then her arme Spaine’s stiffened pride did bow And when her youthfull daies did most decline, Then did the King of heau’n to her assigne The euer youthfull wreath of sacred bay, In signe of triumph to her liue’s last day. 436. The vtmost kingdomes canopi’d of skie, Did beare record of her triumphant fame, The vastest ocean, that did farthest lie, With each small creeke and hauen in the same, Did then resound the praises of her name: Which to her friend’s defence, her foemen feare, Her crosse-crown’d fleet about the world did beare. 437. For all sea-bordering townes, that subiect were Vnto the crowne of Rome-supporting Spaine, Who high their breasts aboue the wanes did beare, Did tremble to behold the crookt stern’d traine Of English ships still floating on the maine; For towards the sea’s greene bounds they often bore, And many townes destroy’d vpon the shore. 438. [Sidenote: _Anno eodem 38._]