THE LEGEND OF Captain jones:  
RELATING His adventure to Sea: His first landing, and strange combat with a mighty Bear.  
His furious battle with his six and thirty men against the Army of eleven Kings, with their overthrow and deaths.  
His relieving of Kemper Castle.  
His strange and admirable Sea-fight with six huge Galleys of Spain, and nine thousand Soldiers.  
His taking prisoner, and hard usage. Lastly,  
His setting at liberty by the King's command, and return for England.  
LONDON, Printed for I.M. and are sold in Fleetstreet, in S. Dunston's Churchyard. 1631.   

To the READER.  
REader, ye have here the Mirror of the times,  
Old jones rapt in his colours, and my rhymes.  
Receive him fairly (prey;) nor censure how,  
Or what he tells: the matter he'll avow.  
And for the form he speaks in, I'll maintain it,  
It comes as near his vain as I could strain it.  
For 't were improper to set forth an Ass  
Capparisond, and panel a great-horse.  
My part claims no inventions praise: for (know it)  
Where ere there's fiction in 't, there he's the Poet.  
His last deeds here epitomised, entreat  
Some thundering pen to set them forth complete.  
Let him whose lofty Muse will deign to do it,  
Drink Sack and Gunpowder, and so fall to it.   

THE LEGEND OF CAPTAIN JONES.  
I Sing thy Arms (Bellona,) and the Man's  
Whose mighty deeds outdid great Tamberlans:  
Thy Trump (dire goddess) send, 
The Invocation.  that I may thunder  
Some wondrous strain, to speak this man of wonder.  
When Fates decreed that Captain jones should be  
The life and death of men, they could not see  
A place more suiting to bring forth this mirror  
Of martial spirits, this thunder crack of terror,  
Than some vast mountain's womb, 
His birthplace.  whose rigged rocks  
Might form him, and foreshow the hardy knocks  
Which he should give and take: Nor were they nice  
To think it base, that mountains bring forth mice,  
Since, from a British mount and Mars his stones,  
They sent this man of men, stern Captain jones.  
Wild Mare's milk nursed him on the mountain's gorse,  
Which gave him strength and stomach like a horse;  
Goats flesh matured him, killed on craggy tops,  
Which taught him to mount Rampires like those rocks.  
E'er eighteen Winters fully waxen were,  
This imp of Mars began to do and dare.  
With Reymond a stout brother of the sword  
He first attempted Sea, and went aboard,  
Two hundred strong, for the East Indies bound,  
Fame was the only prize he sought or found.  
Twice twenty days auspicious waves and winds  
Lulled them: then AEolus and Neptune joins  
To work great jones his fall. Envy and ire  
To see him more than man, made them conspire:  
Rough Boreas whistled to the dancing ship,  
The boisterous billows strove to over-skip  
The bounding vessel. In this great disaster  

His behaviour in a storm at Sea.  Reymond, the soldiers, mariners and master  
Lost heart and heed to rule; then up-starts jones,  
Calls fo● six Gispins', drinks them off at once.  
Thus a●m'd at all points, yet as light as feather,  
He ascends, and drew, and pissed against the weather;  
And are we borne (my hearts, quoth he) to die?  
Shall we descend? Thy immortality  
Neptune thou must resign, if I come thither:  
One Sea may not contain us both together.  
Nor waves nor winds could fright him with their motion,  
Who thought he could contain & piss an Ocean.  
His fatal Smiter thrice aloft he shakes,  
And frowns; the sea and ship and canvasse quakes:  
Then from the hatches he descends, and stepped  
Into his cabin, drank again, and slept.  
When these rough gods beheld him thus secure,  
And armed against them like a man pot-sure,  
They stint vain storms; and so Monstrifera 
The name of his ship.   
(So hight the Ship) touched about Florida,  
Upon a desert Island called Crotone,  
Where savage beasts and serpents live alone:  
Here jones would needs to land, though Reymond swore  
Danger was in't: he laughed and leapt ashore. 
He goes ashore.   
Danger (quoth he) to them whom danger fright,  
My heart was framed to dare, my hands to fight.  
Some six and thirty more put forth to ground,  
These for fresh food, he for adventure bound;  
They limit their return when three hours ends,  
Which Reymond with the ship at Sea attends.  
These sea-sick soldiers, range hills, woods, and valleys,  
Seeking provant to fill their empty bellies;  
jones goes alone, where Fate prepared to meet him  
With such a prey as did unfriendly greet him;  

* His encounter with a Bear.  A Bear as black as darkness, and as fell  
As Tiger, vast as the black dog of hell,  
Runs at him open jawed, so fierce, so fast,  
That he no leisure had to draw for haste  

* The name of his sword.  Kyl-za-dog his good sword; with fist he aimed  
All armed a blow, which sure the Bear had brained,  
But that between her yawning teeth it dings,  
The gauntlet there stuck fast, his hands he wrings  
Unarmed, unharmed from thence; her foremost paws  
The Bear on jones his shoulder claps, and gnaws  
The gauntlet wedged between her teeth: jones clasped her  
With both his arms, and strove by force to cast her.  
And here they try a pluck, and grasp, and tug,  
And foam; but jones who knew the Cornish hug,  
Heaves her a foot from footing, swings her round,  
And with a short turn hurls her on the ground;  
Then came his good sword forth to act his part,  
Which pierced skin, ribs, and riff, and rove her heart.  
The head, his trophy, from the trunk he cuts,  
And with it back unto the shore he struts,  
Where Reymond was appointed to attend  
His and the rests return: but he (false friend)  
When they were once on shore and out of sight,  
Hoist sails to sea, and took himself to flight.  
Here jones found fraud in man, and deeply swears  
Revenge on Reymonds' head, The rest he cheers;  

He joins himself to the 36 soldiers.  All safe returned, but all in desperation  
To see themselves left there to desolation:  
Nor grain nor ground, but wild, nor man, nor beast,  
But savage; yet (O strange) here jones doth feast  
His six and thirty daily, 'twas with fishes  

His taking of fish with his halberd's point.  Tossed from his halberd's point into their dishes;  
Wherewith he took them standing on the shore  
Out of the Ocean: whether 'twas the store  
Frequenting this unpeopled coast, or whether  
To see this wondrous man they should together  
And so astonished, yield themselves a prey  
To him from whom they durst not swim away.  
B●e't so, or so, I'll not decide, but I  
Know jones tells this for truth, who knows no lie.  
Thus from his weapon's point, nine months they fed  
Till fate Sir Richard Greenfield thither led,  
Who to America transports with jones  
His six and thirty fish-fed Mermydons,  
To Insip, were they brought and left; oh then  
'Twas time, had they had meat, to play the men.  
Their first encounter there with famine was,  
A dry and desert soil, nor grain nor grass,  
Nor drink, but water had they here, nor bread 
Capta'ne jones encounters with the grea● Giant Asdriasdust.   
For thrice twelve months, but caves for house and bed.  
Such living as that Country could afford  
Bold jones was forced to win by dint of sword.  
Eleven fierce Kings possess the fertile tract  
Of this great Coast, who all their powers compact  
To vanquish jones: a brave attempt 'tis true,  
Yet more than twice eleven fierce Kings could do.  
Two thousand choice and doughty men they chose,  
To bid him battle, armed with darts and bows,  
And arrows fathom long, well barbed with bone  
Of some strange fish, which pierced through steel & stone.  
And thus they came prepared. When they drew near him,  
He brought his soldier's fo●th, and thus did cheer them;  
My five and twenty friends (for only those  
Had fate and famine left) these darts and bows  
Are fit to deal with fearful Crows and Daws, 
His oration to his 25. soldiers before their fight with the 2000 sent against him by the 11. American Kings.   
But us whose hearts of oak and empty maws  
Hunger's sharp dart hath pierced, (and yet we stand  
To fright and foil our foes with sword in hand)  
These weapons cannot conquer, nor the number,  
Were they two thousand such as john a Cumber.  
Doth hunger bite you? bite your foes as fast,  
Eat these men-eaters, (soldiers) kill and taste.  
Would you gain glory? kill by six and seven;  
If Crowns of Kings, than here behold eleven.  
And ●his he spoke and drew. With stomach fierce  
They give the first assault, Now for a verse  
To speak great jones his deeds, who headlong goes  

His cou●age in fight  Amongst the thickest ranks, cuts, kills, and throws,  
Some by the legs, some by the waist he makes  
Shorter, another by the lock he takes,  
Reaps off his head, wherewith he brains another,  
Then at one stroke kills father, son, and brother;  
Few scaped with life, but strangely happy those  
Which scaped with loss of half a face or nose.  
Nor may I pass his men, who cut and slash  
Like those that fought for life, not Crowns or Cash.  
Want made them seem (which sure their foes dismayed)  
The very sons of death whose parts they played;  
The Insips now no aim can take aright,  
They think each foe they meet, a mighty Spirit;  
And so they fly. Six kings he took, and killed;  

5. Kings and 1200. soldiers slain.  Five with eight hundred soldiers left the field;  
Twelve hundred fell: for those that went off safe  
Their heels and not their hearts the praise he gave.  
Unto their fullest towns when he had killed them,  
He brought his ragged regiment and filled them.  
Here on the river of Mengog they find  
A Wear with fish of wondrous growth and kind,  

Strange herrings  Where with a thousand herrings they were fed,  
All two foot long besides the tail and head.  

What became of the rich prizes.  Here some may ask what came of all the wealth,  
(For jones brought nothing home besides himself)  
This conquest gained; Sure many precious things  
Must neds attend the death of six such Kings.  
I answer briefly; His heroic desire  
Ascends above earth's excrements as fire:  
Nor can descend to Crowns. The soldiers found  
Much wealth, which in their home-return was drowned;  
Still fortune fovours jones: amidst this river  
He spies a sail directly bearing thither;  
He calls, and finds them English, homeward bound,  
Who for fresh water thrust into the sound.  
With these his men and he for England comes, 
He and his men come for England.   
Had England known it, all her guns and drums  
Had been too little to express her joy,  
As when victorious Hector entered Troy;  
Yet ere he can attain his native coast  
AEneas like he must be tired and tossed  
With storms, till meat and water waxed so scant,  
That jones drank nought but piss one week for want.  
At last when they had cast out all their goods,  
(To save themselves) into the furious floods,  
The ship all bruised with sands, and storms, and stones  
At Ipswich doth disburden the sea of jones.  
England salutes him with the general joys  
Of Court and country knights, squires, fools, and boys  
In every town rejoice at his arrival,  
The townsmen where he comes their wives do swive all,  
And bid them think on jones amidst this glee,  
In hope to get such roaring boys as he:  
Others this joy into a fury rapt  
To sing his praise, though elegant and apt;  
Yet mixed with fictions, which he scorns. 'tis known  
jones fancies no additions but his own;  
Nor need we stir our brains for glorious stuff  
To paint his praise, himself hath done enough,  
And hath prescirbed that I shall write no more  
Than his good memory hath kept in store  
Of what he did. Perhaps he hath or can  
Do more, but hides it like a modest man.  
His British expedition makes me high  
From this vagary to his Chivalry.  
This Dukedom's confines pointing on the South,  

His raising of the siege of Kemper Castle.  Great Kemper Castle guards on Morligs' mouth;  
Which key of Britain (like great britains Dover)  
Was well nigh lost by siege till jones went over,  
To dye or raise it; 'twas begirt by land  
With fifteen thousand. Four tall ships withstand  
All succours from the sea: Against this force  
He goes as boldly as an eyeless horse,  
With one small Bark (The Shit-sire 'twas) a hot one,  
And save a hundred men was with him not one:  
But these were Welsh blades, borne for hacks & hewing,  
And cared not what they did so they were doing.  
Thus like some tempest these four ships he frightens,  
His guns roar thunder whilst his powder lightens,  
And from his broad side pours a shower of hail,  
Which rakes them thorough & thorough, ribs, masts, & sail.  
Their shot replies, but they were ranked too high  
To touch the Pinnace, which bears up so nigh  
And plays so hot, that her opponents think  
Some Devil is grand Captain of the Pink.  
One English Pirate with them, whilst he watches  
His time to shoot, spies jones upon the hatches,  
And cries out, Ho, hoist Canvas all at once,  
And fly, or yield, Zounds it is Captain jones:  
The man swore reason, and 'twas quicky heard,  
For, not a Bullet like that name was feared;  
They fly, he follows, but a partial wind  
And wings of fear saved them, left him behind.  
To Kemper he returns him, and supplies it  
With fifty men, and victuals to suffice it  
Six months: The foes by land lose hope and heart  
To oppose this new supply, and so depart:  
Then on the Gate this title was ingraved,  
jones rescued Kemper, and the Dukedom saved.  
Thus plumed with Laurel, jones for England came,  
Where George of Cumberland, rapt with his fame,  
Woos him to be Vicegenerall of his fleet; 
He is made Vicegeneral under G. of Cumberland, and fought against the Spanish Fleet.   
Which jones vouchsafed, because he was to meet  
Men like himself, the doughty Dons of Spain,  
Whose honour (or lose all) he vowed to gain.  
And better fate in this design he wished not  
Than to cope single with their great Don Quixot.  
Stay Muse, and blush, and sigh and sing no more,  
Here jones his Mistress Fortune played the whore.  
Yet, whilst thou loathest her lightness to rehearse,  
Let indignation make thee chide in verse;  
Ah deity! and blindly to go on so  
From thy dear minion jones to john D' Alonso,  
Whose out and inside is no better mettle  
Than an old drum, or a base Tinker's kettle.  
And tak'st thou him for jones? that glorious boy,  
Whom Venus' self would kiss (were Mars away.)  
Well fickle goddess, if thou be divine,  
I'll swear, heaven hath like earth, light feminine.  
'twas thus. This fleet cut through the Western main,  
And so lay hover on the coast of Spain:  
jones led the front (as 'twas his custom still)  
The first in fight, last to be killed or kill:  
His ship went swiftest too, as did his mind  
On honour's wings: But (oh) an envious wind  
Filled all his sails, and wrapped him in a mist  
From being seen, or seeing ere he wist.  
And thus he lost his train, and cast about,  
And beat these seas five days to find them out,  
Till in his quest it was his fate to meet  
Don john D' Alonso with the Spanish fleet.  
This General bid amain, and jones defied  
From Canon's mouth. The Don again replied  
" With four for one. Ah jones, had I my wish,  
" Some godhead should have turned thee to a fish,  
" To escape this dire assault; thou shouldst not then  
" Be taken like a tame beast in thy den.  
Nine thousand soldiers was the force that fought  
This day with jones, whom six huge galleys brought;  
The stoutest boats to make a bold Bravado  
That were in Spain's invincible Armado:  
jones first commands his men to take their victual,  
He soldierlike drank much, and prayed a little;  
Then tells them briefly, Here's no place to fly,  
Come friends, let's bravely live or bravely dye.  
By this the galleys had enclosed him round,  
And sought to board him; but they quickly found  
The ship too hot to grapple with so soon,  
And so bore off again, and paid her room.  
Then each by turn present her the broad side,  
Which she repaid with interest, and so plied,  
That where her bullets pierce, whole streams of blood  
Spout through the galleys ribs, and dye the flood;  
The foes disdain thus long to stand in fight  
'Gainst one, and so press on with all their might;  
And now the storm grew hot, and deep in blood,  
" Mad rage had got the place where reason stood:  
Guns, drums, and trumpets stop the soldier's ears,  
From hearing cries and groans; and fury rears  
This fatal combat to so strange a height,  
That higher powers express th'effects of fright.  
Great Neptune quaked and roared, clouds ran and pissed,  
The winds fell down, and Titan lurked in mist.  
Then belch huge bullets forth, smoke, fire, and thunder:  
Their fury strikes the gods with fear and wonder.  
One galley which two hundred slaves did row,  
Affronts the ship in hope to bulge her prow.  
jones gave her leave; but when she once came nigh,  
Out burst his murdering shot; here doomed to dye  
Down dropped the brave Viceroy of Saint jago,  
Don Diego de Cordona and Gonzago.  
Stones, chains, and bullets tore their passage out  
Through men and galley, which soon tack about  
In hope to get aloof; but jones sent after  
Two lucky shots, which light 'twixt wind and water.  
" In crept the quaking billow, where it spied  
" Those holes, in hope its fearful head to hide;  
" The galley like afeard, worse hurt, doth creep  
" Into the trembling bowels of the deep;  
" And so she sank. Thus Diego whilst he tried  
His force with jones, with fifteen hundred died.  
Now jones all breathless sat to take his breath  
Upon a But of sack, and drank the death  
Of Don john de Alonso, which his men  
Pledge in a rouse, and so they fight again.  
Ninescore there were but threescore now remain  
To do or suffer, for the rest were slain.  
The Spanish force distract 'twixt hope and fear,  
Yet by their fellows fall forewarned, forbear  
This hot assault, keep distance, and at jones  
Let fly their shot at random all at once,  
Some half a Cable short and some flew over  
The top sail, some the stern and rudder tore:  
One, all the rest in fatal fu●y passed,  
And all to shivers rove the master mast,  
Down fell the tackle, and the vessel lay  
An English prison and a Spanish prey.  
Starboard and Larboard side, from poop to prow  
They all let drive and raked her through and through.  
All now but jones and one man more were killed,  
Who cried, Now fight and dye or live and yield.  
Io●es killed the first, the latter he besought him  
Upon his knees, whilst by the knees he caught him  
Begging for life, a bullet took away  
His head, which when 'twas off still seemed to pray;  
Out flew the head and bullet both at once  
Between the manly thighs of Captain jones;  
Who looked behind him, Art thou gone (quoth he)  
Still may they dye so that cry, Yield to me.  
Now nought to him but blood and death appeared,  
Death was his wish, captivity he feared;  
Which to prevent 
* This sword he won from the great and fearful giant Nereapeny.  Kil-za-dog forth he drew,  
And thus he spoke; Brave Cato, Cato flew.  
And when victorious Brutus could not stand,  
He fell, but by his own victorious hand.  
Brutus, I am a Brute, and have thy spirit,  
Thy fortune and self death I will inherit.  
Thus said, his sword unto his side he plies,  

His Genius deh●rts him from selfe-murder.  Which his good Genius stays and thus replies;  
Hold jones, reserved for thy Country's good,  
Born to shed hostile not thy homebred blood,  
And know that selfe-death is the Coward's curse,  
For, he that dies so, dies for fear of worse;  
The time will come when Irish bogs shall quake  
Under thy feet, whilst great Oneale doth shake.  
I may not on thy future deeds dilate,  
Thy sword must write what is involved in fate;  
This know, in thy old age thou shalt impart  
Unto thy Country's youth thy martial art,  
Teach them to manage arms, and how they must  
Make bright their swords, which peace hath wrapped in rust.  
Now jones vouchsafed to live, not for himself  
But for his Country's good and Commonwealth,  
His scarlet cap he dons, with crimson plume,  
And he ascends the hatches all in fume.  
The Musketeers ambitiously desire  
To hit this mark, and all at once give fire:  
Some Bullets raze his plume, his hair, his nose,  
His velvet jerkin, and his satin hose,  
(The scars may yet be seen) yet draws he breathe  
Fearless and harmless in the jaws of death.  
The Spaniard now conjectured his intent,  
By seeking death t' avoid imprisonment,  
And so forbore to shoot, drew near and sought  
To take the prey which they so dear had bought.  
Then jones all raging throws into the main  
That sword which men and wolves and bears had slain,  
That sword which erst had drunk the blood of Kings,  
Into the bowels of the deep he dings.  
The Ocean thrilled for fear, and gave it place,  
And greedy Neptune snatched it for his mace.  
Then from the ship he leaps amongst his foes,  
And so undaunted to Don john he goes,  
Who bid him Live, Don-like, but gave him breath,  
Only to breath in greater pains than death.  
This shock had sent to Styx six thousand men,  

How he was used being taken captive.  Whose souls Don john to satisfy again  
Inflicts more servile punishments on jones,  
Than countervailes six thousand deaths at once.  
He beds on boards, is fed with bits and knocks  
Ape like, barefoot with neither shoes nor socks,  
Haire-shirt, blue bonnet, made a servile knave,  
A lousy, dusty, nasty galley slave.  
At last he brings jones to the Spanish King,  

He is presented to the Sp. King  And says: Great monarch, see this precious thing;  
Six thousand of your bravest men he cost,  
Who to gain him alive, their lives have lost.  
Nor think the bargain dear, for here's a man  
Can do and say more than your Viceroys can.  
This praise was given him by the crafty Don,  
For fear his loss seemed more than what he won;  
And so it did in deed for Philip thought  
jones inside by his outside dear bought.  
To try he asks him whither bound, and whence  
He was, and jones replies with little sense,  
Whether through fear or feigning, he affords  
To all the King demands, not three wise words.  

He is cast into a prison.  To try him further, in a jail they cast him,  
Which served for nothing but to stink and fast in.  
And here it was his destiny to light  
Upon a learned priest, a jesuit:  
With him falls jones to work. The sacred word  

He disputed there with a jesuit about Purgatory.  His weapon was, for he had drowned his sword.  
Their Question was of purgatory, where,  
And whether 'tis at all, if so, 'tis here  
(Quoth jones.) For he halfe tired with pains would needs  
Go strait to heaven: And thus the question breeds.  
jones was no Schooleman, yet he bore a brain  
Which ne'er forgot what ere it could contain.  
Yet this old Priest so wrists the letters sense,  
Equivocates, denies plain consequence,  
Sta●ts too and fro, and raiseth such confusions,  
That jones chief ward was to deny conclusions:  
But, do this subtle Schoolman what he can,  
Such was the vigour of this martial man,  
Though he was no good disputant or Text-man,  
Nor knew to spell Amen, to serve a Sexton;  
Yet truth, with confidence and his strong fist  
Doth first convince and then convert the Priest.  
Some talk of Garnets' straw and Lipsius' lasses,  
Whose miracles made many Artists asses;  
But here's a miracle transcends them all,  
An Artist made wise by a Natural.  
Now England's Court rings all of jones his fetters, 
Orders taken in England for his ransom.   
And men of rank were soon sent over with letters  
To ransom him for gold, or man for man,  
On any terms. The King with many a Don  
Consults upon this point: One thought it fit  
To deal upon exchange; some better wit  
Thought it more fit to keep this second Drake,  
For so he termed him wisely, and thus spoke; 
The point of his ransom debated in Spain.   
Armies are England's arm, Captains the hand  
Of this strong arm that rules by sea and land:  
And of this arm and hand I think in sum,  
This captive Captain is the very thumb.  
This speech was short and sound, but could not go so  
Without th' opposing of old Don Mendozo;  
Who loved and favoured jones, but knew not why,  
(Nature it seems had wrought some sympathy)  
Pardon (quoth he) (dread Sovereign) Are we come  
To talk of arms and hands and Captain Thumb?  
From East to West our Arms and armies reign,  
And fear we now for one to reobtain  
So many Viceroys in the Isle captived,  
For us of light and almost life deprived?  
Were Drake's and Candish spirit in this dragon,  
Let not their future times have this to brag on,  
That England's Queen did prise one Captain more  
Than Spain's great Monarch did his twenty four.  
His speech prevailed, and so they all atone,  
And twenty four were asked and given for one,  
All which had led great armies to the field,  
And never knew, but once, what 'twas to yield.  
And thus was jones dismissed; yet ere he go  
The King, to grace him, made him kiss his toe.  
Long may'st thou live old man, and may thy tongue  
And memory, as thou growest old, wax yongue:  
Then wilt thou live in spite of time, and be  
Times subject, and time thine t' emblazon thee.  
Pardon my forward Muse, striving to soar  
A pitch with thee at midday tired, gives over;  
For, who can speak thee all (thou mighty man?)  
Not Greece's Homer, nor Rome's Mantuan.  

A touch of some other deed● of chivalry by him performed.  Thy Irish wars, thy taking great Tyrone,  
Whole herds of Wolves killed there by thee alone,  
Thy several single duels with fierce men  
And Bears, all slain; and that dry journey, when  
Thou drankst but what thou pissed for thrice seven days,  
Which made thee dry ere since; then th' amorous ways  
The Queen of No-land used to make thee King  
Of her and hers, (Oh) many a precious thing.  
Thy London widow next in love half drowned,  
Which thou refus'dst with forty thousand pound:  
Thy daunting Essex in his rash bravado,  
Raleigh's hard scaping of thy bastinado:  
Lastly, thy grace with thy great Queen Eliza,  
Who, hadst thou had the learning to suffice a  
Man, but to write and read, had made thee able  
To sit in Council at her highness' Stable.  
These trophies of thy Fame, and myriads more  
Kept by thy fertile brain for time in store,  
I leave unsung, and wish they may be writ  
In golden lines by some more happy wit,  
Whose Genius till some Fury doth inspire,  
Let me sit down in silence and admire.  
THE END.   

A copious commendation of a Red Nose.  
LEt him that undertook to praise  
The French Pox, & so many ways  
Did prove that it is nowadays  
Commodious:  
I say, let him a while give place,  
For I will prove a fiery face  
Is to the owner no disgrace,  
Nor odious.  
Who hath a fiery face, that man  
Is said to have a rich face, an  
Rubies about his nose, none can  
Deny it.  
And all men know as well as I,  
That what is rich, most eagerly  
We covet, and no cost deny  
To buy it.  
Some sell their clothes from off their back,  
And some their lands, and some will lack  
Meat, rather than good sherry Sack  
And Claret:  
And they swear (& swear truth) that those  
Which drink small Beer, & wear good clothes  
Do offer wrong unto their nose,  
And mar it.  
If in Rome's Senate long nosed men  
Were chose for wisest, tell me then  
Why these should not be praised, when  
All men know  
A fiery face ne'er is without  
A rich nose: and how far a snout  
That's rich exceeds a long, to doubt  
Or call men to  
Dispute or to capitulate,  
This matter's not so intricate  
But any may expostulated  
And judge it:  
And if judge truly, he'll confess,  
Fire-rich, exceeds long-wise, I guess,  
No man that hath true worthiness  
Will grudge it.  
Besides, the world knows this, that we  
Affirm those gracious that we see  
But blush, and call it modesty  
In people.  
A rich face always blushes, so  
It doth all faces else outgo  
As far as S. Faiths is below  
Paul's steeple.  
He that reads this, and does not say,  
A fiery face hath won the day,  
In judgement shows himself a boy,  
And heedless.  
Nor will I spend more words to show  
What commendations men do owe  
To Captain jones his face, you know  
'tis needless.  
FINIS.