"Goe fetch me forth my armour of proofe; Ah! nere didst thou meet with living wight, "Come hither, Horseley," sayes my lord, And for it thou shalt be made a knight." "Ile shoot my best," quoth Horseley then, "Your honour shall see, with might and maine; But if I were hanged at your maine-mast, I have now left but arrowes twaine." Sir Andrew he did swarve the tree, But the arrow bounded back agen. He smote Sir Andrew to the heart. "Fight on, my men," Sir Andrew sayes, They never heard his whistle blow, Which made their hearts waxe sore adread: Then Horseley say'd, "Aboard, my lord, They boarded then his noble shipp, They boarded it with might and maine Eighteen score Scots alive they found, The rest were either maimed or slaine. Lord Howard tooke a sword in hand, Over the hatchbord into the sea, And about his middle three hundred crownes : "Wherever thou land this will bury thee." Thus from the warres Lord Howard came, Into Thames mouth he came againe. And sealed it with seale and ring; "Such a noble prize have I brought to your grace, As never did subject to a king: "Sir Andrewes shipp I bring with mee; "The rover, he is safe, my liege, If he were alive as he is dead, I must have left England many a day: And your grace may thank four men i' the ship For the victory wee have wonne, These are William Horseley, Henry Hunt, To Henry Hunt, the king then sayd, Sir Andrewes jewels and his chayne. As Howards erst have been before. "Nowe, Peter Simon, thou art old, I will maintaine thee and thy sonne: But when they see his deadlye face, And eyes soe hollow in his head, "I wold give," quoth the king, "a thousand markes, This man were alive as hee is dead: Yett for the manfull part hee playd, Which fought soe well with heart and hand, His men shall have twelvepence a day, Till they come to my brother king's high land." THE ENGLISH CAPTAINS COURAGEOUS CABOT, brave Venetian born, Lightless and nameless Prima-vista lay, Till from his eyes it borrowed name and light; Roses nor lilies shewed their shining sprite, By Labrador's high promontory Cape, Honour of England, brave Sebastian, Venice, thou claimst his birth, England his art, WYNDHAM, although thy rash temerity, Too soon accelerated death did send : Yet since so far thy valour did extend, And death for rashness made full satisfaction, Why should not fame advance thy valorous action? With like misfortune (though unlike advise) Which her eternal winter's frost did send : Fortune not alway good, nor alway ill, Hereby, quoth she, the world shall know my powers Forthwith for him a bark herself she framed, Enchanting it with an almighty charm; Which wind, nor wave, nor heat, nor cold could harm. Guiding it safely to Moscovia, Safely reducing it from Russia. Bold with success, and proud on Fortune's favour, Allured by silver's soul-attractive savour: But fortune (like the moon in change and chance, At Pettisligo drenched him in the seas: Thus most she hurts, when most she seems to please. Ask the Wingandicoa savages, They can relate of GRENVILLE and his deeds; The Isles of Flores, and Azores, these Extol his valour and victorious meeds; While Spain's griped heart fresh streams of anguish bleeds: His worth with all the world his praise made even, But he scorned earth, and therefore went to Heaven. What Time-out-sliding thought so far could fly, |