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<NAME>Emma Leeson Huber</NAME>
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<HEAD>The LIFE and DEATH of the Famous <HI>Thomas Stukely</HI>
An <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Gentleman in the Time of Queen <HI>Elizabeth,</HI> who
was kill'd in the Battle of the Three Kings of <HI>Barbary.</HI>
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<L>IN the we&s;t of <HI>England,</HI></L>
<L>Born there was I under&s;tand,</L>
<L>A famous Gallant was he in his Days,</L>
<L>By birth a wealthy Clothiers Son,</L>
<L>Deeds of Wonder he had done,</L>
<L>to purcha&s;e him a long and la&s;ting fame</L>
<L>If I would tell you his Story,</L>
<L>Pride was all his Glory:</L>
<L>and lu&s;ty <HI>Stukely</HI> was he call'd in court</L>
<L>He &s;erved a Bi&s;hop in the We&s;t,</L>
<L>And did accompany the be&s;t;</L>
<L>maintaining of him&s;elf in gallant &s;ort</L>
<L>Being thus e&s;teemed,</L>
<L>And every where well Deemed;</L>
<L>he gain'd the favour of a <HI>London</HI> dame</L>
<L>Daughter to an Alderman,</L>
<L><HI>Curtis</HI> &s;he was called,</L>
<L>to whom a Suitor gallantly he came.</L>
<L>When &s;he his Per&s;on '&s;pyed,</L>
<L>He could not be denied;</L>
<L>&s;o brave a Gentleman he was to &s;ee.</L>
<L>She was quickly made his Wife;</L>
<L>In weal or woe to lead her Life,</L>
<L>her Father willing thereto Did agree.</L>
<L>Thus in State and Plea&s;ure,</L>
<L>Full many a Day they mea&s;ure;</L>
<L>till cruel death with his regardle&s;s &s;pite</L>
<L>Bore old Curtis to the Grave,</L>
<L>A thing that <HI>Stukely</HI> wi&s;h'd to have,</L>
<L>that he might revel in Gold &s;o bright.</L>
<L>He was no &s;ooner toombed,</L>
<L>But Stukely he pre&s;umed,</L>
<L>te &s;pend a 100 pound a Day in wa&s;te,</L>
<L>The greate&s;t Gallant in the Land,</L>
<L>Had Stukely's pur&s;e at his command;</L>
<L>thus merrily away the time he pa&s;t.</L>
<L>Taverns and Grdinaries,</L>
<L>Were his chief Braveries,</L>
<L>golden angels then flew up and down.</L>
<L>Riots were his be&s;t Delight,</L>
<L>With &s;tately Fea&s;ting Day and Night;</L>
<L>in court and city thus he Won renown</L>
<L>Thus wa&s;ted Lands and Livings,</L>
<L>By his Lawle&s;s giving;</L>
<L>at length he &s;old the pavement of the Yard,</L>
<L>Which covered was with Blocks of Tin,</L>
<L>Gur Curtis left the &s;ame to him.</L>
<L>Which he con&s;umed lately as <HI><GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="OXF" EXTENT="1 letter">ou heard</HI></L>
<L>Whereat his Wife &s;ore grieved,</L>
<L>De&s;iring to be relieved;</L>
<L>make much of me dear husband &s;he Did <HI>&s;ay,</HI></L>
<L>I'll make much more of thee, <HI>&s;aid he,</HI></L>
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<HI>Than any one &s;hall verily,</HI></L>
<L><HI>I'll fell thy Cloaths and then go</HI> AWAY,</L>
<L><HI>Cruelly thus hard hearted,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Away from her he parted,</HI></L>
<L><HI>and traveled into</HI> ITALY <HI>with &s;peed,</HI></L>
<L><HI>There he flouri&s;h'd many a</HI> DAY,</L>
<L><HI>In his Silks and rich Array,</HI></L>
<L><HI>and did the Plea&s;ures of a Lady feed,</HI></L>
<L><HI>It was the Lady's plea&s;ure,</HI></L>
<L><HI>To give him Gold and Trea&s;ure;</HI></L>
<L><HI>maintain him with great Pomp &amp; fame</HI></L>
<L><HI>At la&s;t News came a&s;&s;uredly,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of a Battle fought in Barbary,</HI></L>
<L><HI>and he would willingly go &s;ee the &s;ame,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Many a Noble Gallant</HI></L>
<L><HI>Sold both Land and Talent;</HI></L>
<L><HI>to follow Stukely in the famous fight.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Wheras three Kings would,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Advent'rou&s;ly with Courage bold;</HI></L>
<L><HI>within this Battle &s;hew'd them&s;elves in fight,</HI></L>
<L>STUKELY <HI>and his Followers all,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Of the King of</HI> Portugal,</L>
<L><HI>had entertainment like to Gentlemen.</HI></L>
<L><HI>The King affected</HI> STUKELY <HI>&s;o,</HI></L>
<L><HI>That he did his Secrets know,</HI></L>
<L><HI>and bore his royal &s;tandard now &amp; then</HI></L>
<L><HI>Upon this Day of honour,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Each Man did &s;hew his manner,</HI></L>
<L>Morocco <HI>and the King of</HI> BARBARY</L>
<L>Pertugal <HI>and all his Train,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Bravely glittering on the Plain,</HI></L>
<L><HI>and gave the on&s;et there mo&s;t Valiently.</HI></L>
<L><HI>The Cannons thore rebounded.</HI></L>
<L><HI>And thundering Guns redounded,</HI></L>
<L><HI>kill, kill, then was the Soldiers cry.</HI></L>
<L><HI>Mangled Men lay on the Ground,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And with Blood the Earth was Drown'd</HI></L>
<L>The &s;un was likewi&s;e darken'd in the &s;ky</L>
<L>Heaven was &s;o di&s;plea&s;ed,</L>
<L>And would not be appea&s;ed,</L>
<L>but tokens of God's Wrath did &s;how,</L>
<L>That he was angry at this War,</L>
<L>He &s;ent a fearful blazing Star,</L>
<L>thereby the King might his misfortune know</L>
<L>Bloody was the &s;laughter,</L>
<L>Or rather nruel Murder,</L>
<L>wher &s;ix &s;core thou&s;and fighting men were &s;lain,</L>
<L>Three Kings within this Fight dyed,</L>
<L>And forty Lords and Dukes be&s;ide,</L>
<L>the like may never more be fought again.</L>
<L>With Woeful Arms enfolding,</L>
<L>Stukely &s;tood beholding,</L>
<L>this cur&s;ed Sacrafice of Men that Day.</L>
<L>He SIGHING &s;aid I Wicked Wight,</L>
<L>Again&s;t my Con&s;cience here to FIGHT,</L>
<L>and brought my Followers unto Decay,</L>
<L>BEING thus &s;ore vexed,</L>
<L>And with Grief oppre&s;&s;ed;</L>
<L>the&s;e brave Itallians that &s;old their Lands,</L>
<L>Witd Stukely to Venture forth,</L>
<L>And hazard Tife for nothing worth,</L>
<L>upon him then did ca&s;t their cur&s;ed hands</L>
<L>Unto Death thus Wounded,</L>
<L>His Heart with &s;orrow &s;wooned.</L>
<L>unto them he made his moan,</L>
<L>Thus have I left my Country Dear,</L>
<L>To be in this manner murder'd here,</L>
<L>even in this place where I am not known.</L>
<L>My Wife I have much wronged,</L>
<L>Of what to her belonged,</L>
<L>I did con&s;ume in wicked cour&s;e <HI>of</HI> life.</L>
<L>What I had is pa&s;t I &s;ee,</L>
<L>And brings nought but grief to me,</L>
<L>therefore grant me Pardon gentle Wife,</L>
<L>Life I &s;ee con&s;umeth,</L>
<L>And Death I &s;ee pre&s;umeth,</L>
<L>to change this Life of mine into a new.</L>
<L>Yet this my greate&s;t Comfort brings,</L>
<L>I liv'd and dy'd in Love of Kings,</L>
<L>and &s;o bold <HI>Stukely</HI> bids the world adieu</L>
<L>Stukely's Life thus ended,</L>
<L>Was after Death befriended,</L>
<L>and like a Soldier buried gallantly.</L>
<L>Where now there &s;tands upon the grave</L>
<L>A &s;tately Temple builded brave,</L>
<L>with golden turrets piercing to the &s;ky</L>
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<P><HI>LONDON:</HI> Printed and Sold by
<HI>L. How,</HI> in <HI>Petticoat-Lane.</HI></P>
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