III

So Lord Howard passed away with five ships of war that day,

Till he melted like a cloud in the silent summer heaven;

But Sir Richard bore in hand all his sick men from the land 15

Very carefully and slow,

Men of Bideford[228] in Devon,

And we laid them on the ballast down below;

For we brought them all aboard,

And they blest him in their pain, that they were not left to

Spain, 20

To the thumbscrew[229] and the stake[230] for the glory of the

Lord.

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