Naumachia, or Hollands sea-fight

¶ In Honor of the Noble Marquesse of Huntley, and his true Generous Sonne, the Lord GORDON.

THE Royall Eagle Ioves owne Bird, to trie As they report her true borne Progenie, Ere she admit them for her owne, or grace Them to be called of the Eagles race To Phoebus rayes, and the sight-dazing skie Sh' exposes all her vnfleg'd infancy: And those that beare the bastard searching light With eyes vndazled, and with nobler sight Can brooke the iudging flame, these as sure-knowne Indulgently she brings vp for her owne; But those whose bastard eyes cannot endure The piercing splendor of a light so pure, These as false-got the Royall foule refuses, And onely those which she hath tried, chooses. Thus, Noble Lord your Father, whom of all We truely may the Northerne Eagle call, So doth he soare and still aspire aboue The vulgar pitch; so for the truest Ioue Hath he in cruell wars borne venfull thunder, Bringing the barbarous High-land sauage vnder: Wherein you his true Sonne he made to try The glorious sunne of Magnanimity. Which you with noble mind so well endur'd, That hence your Father hath been well assur'd Of a true Sonne: So may both Sire and Son Be tri'de at vertues never-setting Sun.