Epigram 16 (How hath a little chance great fortune crest?)

How hath a little chance great fortune crest?
The Spanish fleete euen balased with goolde,
A narrow misse did snatch out of our holde,
Which we nere had, but yet desire as lost.
But if this losse must purchase thy returne.
And buy thee out of danger emminent,
How rich are we by loosing, and content,
How woe are they that they are not vndoone?
More thou art fearde then any losse of Spayne
Deurox, and England loues thee more then gaine