Now glory be to god who has given us the victory! it is true, the strength of spain is shattered, her ships are sunk or fled, the sea has swallowed her soldiers and her sailors by hundreds and by thousands, and england breathes again. they came to conquer, to bring us to the torture and the stake - to do to us free englishmen as cortes did by the indians of anahuac. our manhood to the slave bench, our daughters to dishonour, our souls to the loving-kindness of the priest, our wealth to the emperor and the pope! god has answered them with his winds, drake has answered them with his guns. they are gone, and with them the glory of spain. i, thomas wingfield, heard the news to-day on this very thursday in the bungay market-place, whither i went to gossip and to sell the apples which these dreadful gales have left me, as they hang upon my trees.