The Royall Navie Poem by Francis Kynaston

That Island which disdain'd the Roman Lords,
Greater then which wide Thetis none affords,
A World by 't selfe, which the Seas happy waves
Whilom begirt, and liquid marbre laves,
Charles now ensconces with a wall of brasse,
The Sea her Lords great ships of warre lets passe.
The Iland's safe: Mars one side, and the other
Neptune secures, Joves mightie sonne and brother.
Both Gods, but when both to our King doe bend,
A greater power this Island doth defend.