At one time- "And when the wind from place to place Doth the unmoored cloud galleons chase"- we follow the white fleets as they sail away towards the south, ever replaced by new armadas surging up and over the northern horizon.
"Hospital Sketches"
Robert Swain Peabody
This terror of armadas!
"The Poetical Works of Edward Young, Volume 2"
Edward Young
Castilian grandees went to bed and dreamed of invincible armadas.
"The Critical Period of American History"
John Fiske