At his returning home, when his deare dame The great _Eliza_, with maiesticke frowne Gan change milde looks, when fortune foe to fame Did turne her wheele about, and hurring downe His towring state, all hope of life did drowne In death’s deepe waues, whose most vntimely end Both heau’n and earth lamenting did befriend. 446. For that blacke morne, when he without appall To lose his life vnto the blocke was led, The sunne in heau’n, as for his Phaeton’s fall, In sable clouds did hide his golden hed, And from so sad a sight away he fled; While wofull heau’n with dolefull teares sent downe, For his sad fall the world in woe did drowne. 447. He being dead, being dead, alas, and gone, That hopefull lord, hight _Mountioy_, did succeed As generall in the warre against _Tyrone_; To whom all-seeing Joue tooke speciall heed, And did direct his hand in euery deed, Who would not haue _Elizae’s_ vnstain’d praise, Distain’d by rebels in her aged daies. 448. For what hath she in her affaires decreed, Euen to her royall liue’s last breathing space, In which Joue did not euer grace her deed, Yea now when ripe yeares rugged prints had place Vpon the fore-front of her princely face, Then did her gratious God with compleat praise, Perfect the vpshot of her aged daies. 449. [Sidenote: _Anno eodem 42._ Grimestone _in his translation of the booke of the warres of the Netherlands_.] The happie Belgians on the marine coast, In a pight field against a prince of name, In person fighting 'midst his royall host, Did purchase conquest, captiues, gold and fame, By th’only aid which from _Eliza_ came: Without whose helpe on which their hopes did build, All had been lost, the foes had won the field. 450. For when the Austrian prince on Newport Sands, After the slaughter of the valiant Scot, Had giuen charge vpon the aduerse bands, When by thicke volleyes of their murdring shot, Many stout men had drawne death’s fatall lot; Then many Belgians fainting fled away, And left their friends to win or lose the day. 451. 'Mongst whom the English chiefely did sustaine The furious brunt of that important fight, Where many worthie men were helplesse slaine, Who rather chose to make that day the night Of death’s approch, then turne their backs for flight; Who all had fallen by death without remorse, Had not the _Veres_ renew’d their fainting force. 452.