Plymouth Armada Heroes #232343

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.