Mary Wise Savery Hawkins Plymouth Armada Heroes

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Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Haile then my native soile! Thou blessed plot, Whose equall all the world affordeth not! Show me who can? So many cristall rils, Such sweet cloth'd vallies, or aspiring hills; Such wood-ground, pastures, quarries, wealthy mynes, Such rocks in whom the diamond fairly shines, And if the earth can show the like again, Yet will she fail in her sea-ruling men. Time never can produce men to ore-take The fames of Greenvil, Davies, Gilbert, Drake, Or worthy Hawkins, or of thousands more, That by their powers made the Devonian shore Mock the proud Tagus; for whose richest spoyle The boasted Spaniard left the Indian soyle Bankrupt of store, knowing it would quit cost By winning this though all the rest were lost.