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IN the West of England, Born there was I understand, a famous Gallant was he in his days, By birth a wealthy Clothiers Son, Deeds of wonder he had done, to purchase him a long and lasting praise. If I should tell his story, Pride was all his glory, and lusty Stukely was he cald in Court: He servd a Bishop in the West, And did accompany the best, maintaining of himself in gallant sort. Being thus esteemed, And every where well deemed, he gaind the favour of a London Dame, Daughter to an Alderman, Curtis he was called then, to whom a Suitor gallantly he came. When he her person spyed He could not be denyed, so brave a Gentleman he was to see: She was quickly made his Wife, In weal or woe to lead her Life, her Father willing thereto did agree.
Thus in state and pleasure, Full many days they measure, till cruel death with his regardlesse spight Bore old Curtis to the Grave, A thing that Stukely wisht to have, that he might Revel all in gold so bright. He was no sooner tombed, But Stukely he presumed, to spend a hundred pound a day in waste, The greatest Gallants in the Land, Had Sukelies purse at their command, thus merrily the time away he past. Taverns and Ordinaries, Were his chiefest braveries, golden Angels there flew up and down: Ryots were his best delight With stately feasting day and night, in Court and City thus he won Renown. Thus wasting Land and Living, By this Lawlesse giving, at last he sold the pavements of the Yard: With covered were with blocks of Tin Old Curtis left the same to him, which he consumed lately as you heard.
WHereat his Wife sore grieved, Desired to be relieved, make much of me dear husband she did say, Ile make much more of thee, said he, Then any man shall verily, I[] le sell the Cloaths and so ile go away. Cruelly thus hard hearted, Away from her he parted, and travel[]d into Italy with speed: There he flourisht many a day, In his silks and rich array, and did the pleasures of a Lady feed. It was the Ladies pleasure, To give him goods and treasure, to maintain him in great pomp and fame At last came news assuredly, Of a fought battel in Barbury, and he would valiantly go see the same. Many a Noble gollant, Sold both Land and Tallent, to follow Stukely in this famous fight: Whereas three Kings in person would Adventurously with courage bold, within this battel slew themselves in fight. Stukely and his followers all, Of the King of Portugal, had entertainment like to Gentlemen, The King affected Stukely so, That he his secrets all did know, and bore his Royal Standard now & then. Upon this day of honour, Each King did shew his Banner, Morroco and the King of Barbury, Portugal and all his train, Bravely glistering on the plain, and gave the On-set there most valiantly. The Cannons they resounded, Thundring Drums rebounded, kill, kill, then was all the Souldiers cry, Mangled men lay on the ground, And with blood the earth was drownd, the Sun likewise was darkned in the sky. Heaven was so displeased, And would not be appeased, but took us off Gods heavy wrath did show That he was angry at this War,
He sent a fearful Blazing Star, whereby the Kings might their misfortunes know. Bloody was the slaughter, Or rather wilful Murder, where six score thousand fighting men were slain, Three K[i]ngs within this battle dyd, With forty Dukes and Earls beside, the like will never more be fought again. With woful arms infolding, Stukely stood beholding, this bloodly sacrifice of souls that day: He sighing said, I woful wight, Against my conscience here do fight, and brought my followers all unto decay. Being thus molested, And with Grief oppressed, those brave Ita[l]ians that did sell their Lands, With Sankely for to travel forth, And venture Life for little worth, upon him all did lay their murdring hands. Unto doath thus wounded, His heart with sorrow swounded, and to them he made his heavy moan: Thus have I left my Country dear, To be so vilely murdred here, even in this place whereas I am not known My Wife I have much wronged, Of what to her belonged, I vainly spent in idle course of Life: What I have done is past I see, And bringeth nought but Grief to me, therefore grant me pardon gentle wife. Life I see consumeth, And death I feel presumeth, to change this Life of mine into a new: Yet this my greatest comfort brings I livd and dyd in love of Kings, and so brave Stukely bids the world adue. Stukelie Life thus ended, Was after death befriended, and like a Souldier buried gallantly: Where now there stands upon the grave, A stately Temple builded brave, with golden Turrets piercing to the sky.
FINIS. London, Printed for F. Coles, in Vine-street, neer Hatten-Garden.