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The Peak's proud height the Spaniards all

admire,
Yet in their breasts carry a pride much higher.
Only to this vast hill a power is given,
At once both to inhabit earth and heaven.
But this stupendous prospect did not near
Make them admire, so much as they did fear.

For here they met with news, which did pro-
duce
A grief, above the cure of grape's best juice.
They learned with terror, that nor summer's heat,
Nor winter's storms, had made your fleet retreat.
To fight against such foes was vain, they knew.
Which did the rage of elements subdue.
Who on the ocean, that does horror give
To all beside, triumphantly do live.

With haste they therefore all their galleons
moor.
And flank with cannon from the neighbouring
shore ;



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Forts, lines, and sconces, all the bay along,
They build, and act all that can make them
strong.

Fond men ! who knew not whilst such works

they raise,
They only labour to exalt your praise.
Yet they by restless toil became at length.
So proud and confident of their made strength,
That they with joy their boasting general heard
Wish then for that assault he lately feared.
His wish he had, for now undaunted Blake,
With winged speed, for Santa Cruz does make.
For your renown, the conquering fleet does ride,
O'er seas as vast as is the Spaniard's pride.
Whose fleet and trenches viewed, you soon did

say,
We to their strength are more obliged tlian

they;
Wer't not for that, they firom their fate would

run.
And a third world seek out, our arms to shun.
Those forts, which there so high and strong

appear,
Do not so much suppress, as show their fear.
Of speedy victory let no man doubt.
Our worst work passed, now we have found

them out.
Behold their navy does at anchor lie.
And they are ours, for now they cannot fly.



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This said, the whole fleet gave it their ap-
plause,
And all assume your courage, in your cause.
That bay they enter, which unto them owes
The noblest wreaths which victory bestows ;
Bold Stanier leads ; this fleet's designed by fate
To give him laurel, as the last did plate.

The thundering cannon now begins the fight,
And, though it be at noon, creates a night ;
The air was soon, after the fight begun.
Far more enfiamed by it, than by the sun.
Never so burning was that climate known ;
War turned the temperate, to the torrid zone.

Fate these two fleets, between both worlds, had

brought,
Who fight, as if for both those worlds they

sought.
Thousands of ways, thousands of men there die,
Some ships are sunk, some blown up in the sky.