Top 2 Richard Carew Quotes

Now was it night, when in deepe rest enrol'd
Are waves and windes, and mute the world doth show
Weari'd the beasts, and those that bottome hold
Of billow'd sea, and of moyst streames that flow,
And who are lodged in cave, or pen'd in fold,
And painted flyers in oblivion low,
Under their secret horrours silenced,
Stilled their cares, and their harts suppelled.

I sing the goodly armes, and that Chieftaine
Who great Sepulchre of our Lord did free.
Much with his hande, much wrought he with his braine;
Much in that glorious conquest suffred hee:
And hell in vaine hitselfe opposde, in vaine
The mixed troopes Asian and Libick flee
To armes, for Heaven him favour'd, and he drew
To sacred ensignes his straid mates anew.