Renowned _Clifford_ on the fruitfull deepe Like Joue-borne Perseus, that illustrate knight, In his swift Pegasus, the seas did sweepe, And after many a prize surpriz’d in fight, To make the land record his powerfull might, He at that time with his triumphant host, Got noble conquest on the Indian coast. 439. Fortune with fame his high attempts did crowne, And his dread name the foes with feare did fright, Saint _Iohn de Porta Rico_ that strong towne, And her faire castle, which did seeme in sight Impregnable gainst all assaults in fight, His hands to heapes of fruitlesse dust did burne, And with her spoile he home did safe returne. 440. The valiant English still did worke much woe Vnto the foemen both on seas and land, _Eliza_ still did triumph ore the foe, And day by day vpon the English strand Arriu’d rich prize surpriz’d by force of hand, Whereby th’Iberian folke made poore and bare, In heart did curse the causer of the warre. 441. But leaue we heere of forren deeds to sing, And turne we home at sound of those alarms, Which on thy shores, O England, high did ring; And let vs waile, alas, the wofull harmes, Which did befall that valiant man of armes, Who after all his glorie and renowne, Beneath too hard a fate felt fortune’s frowne. 442. _Tyrone_ that traytor, from whose treacherie The first chiefe cause of his annoy did spring, Disloyall to _Elizae’s_ maiestie; Had now begun to set the war on wing On th’Irish coast, whose townes and plaines did ring With sad report of bloodie actions done, By the bold rebels and the base _Tyrone_. 443. [Sidenote: _An. Reg. 41._] Tidings whereof to England’s rockie bound, Borne ore the ocean’s backe on wings of winde, The shores with Mars his rugged voice did sound, And noble _Essex_ generall was assign’d To crosse the fruitfull deepe, whose honor’d minde Did wing him forward with desire of fame, On earth to purchase an immortall name. 444. Yet towards the coast when he this iourney tooke, The king of flames that with delight did crowne All that faire day before, did change his looke, The heau’ns did thunder loud, the clouds did frowne, And in the way Joue cast pale lightning downe, Presaging sad euent of things to come, Which tooke effect at his returning home. 445.