The LIFE and DEATH of the Famous Thomas Stukely An English Gentleman in the Time of Queen Elizabeth, who was killed in the Battle of the Three Kings of Barbary.  
IN the west of England,  
Born there was I understand,  
A famous Gallant was he in his Days,  
By birth a wealthy Clothier's Son,  
Deeds of Wonder he had done,  
to purchase him a long and lasting fame  
If I would tell you his Story,  
Pride was all his Glory:  
and lusty Stukely was he called in court  
He served 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 gained the favour of a London dame  
Daughter to an Alderman,  
Curtis she was called,  
to whom a Suitor gallantly he came.  
When she his Person' spied,  
He could not be denied;  
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 a Day they measure;  
till cruel death with his regardless spite  
Bore old Curtis to the Grave,  
A thing that Stukely wished to have,  
that he might revel in Gold so bright.  
He was no sooner toombed,  
But Stukely he presumed,  
te spend a 100 pound a Day in waste,  
The greatest Gallant in the Land,  
Had Stukely's purse at his command;  
thus merrily away the time he passed.  
Taverns and Grdinaries,  
Were his chief Braveries,  
golden angels than flew up and down.  
Riots were his best Delight,  
With stately Feasting Day and Night;  
in court and city thus he Won renown  
Thus wasted Lands and Live,  
By his Lawless giving;  
at length he sold the pavement of the Yard,  
Which covered was with Blocks of Tin,  
Gur Curtis left the same to him.  
Which he consumed lately as ●ou heard  
Whereat his Wife sore grieved,  
Desiring to be relieved;  
make much of me dear husband she Did say,  
I'll make much more of thee, said he,  
Than any one shall verily,  
I'll fallen thy clothes and then go AWAY,  
Cruelly thus hard hearted,  
Away from her he parted,  
and travelled into ITALY with speed,  
There he flourished many a DAY,  
In his Silks and rich Array,  
and did the Pleasures of a Lady feed,  
It was the Lady's pleasure,  
To give him Gold and Treasure;  
maintain him with great Pomp & fame  
At last News came assuredly,  
Of a Battle fought in Barbary,  
and he would willingly go see the same,  
Many a Noble Gallant  
Sold both Land and Talon;  
to follow Stukely in the famous fight.  
Whereas three Kings would,  
Advent'rously with Courage bold;  
within this Battle showed 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 did his Secrets know,  
and bore his royal standard now & then  
Upon this Day of honour,  
Each Man did show his manner,  
Morocco and the King of BARBARY  
Pertugal and all his Train,  
Bravely glittering on the Plain,  
and gave the onset there most Valiantly.  
The Cannons thore rebounded.  
And thundering Guns redounded,  
kill, kill, than was the Soldiers cry.  
Mangled Men lay on the Ground,  
And with Blood the Earth was Drowned  
The sun was likewise darkened in the sky  
Heaven was so displeased,  
And would not be appeased,  
but tokens of God's Wrath did show,  
That he was angry at this War,  
He sent a fearful blazing Star,  
thereby the King might his misfortune know  
Bloody was the slaughter,  
Or rather nruel Murder,  
where six score thousand fight men were slain,  
Three Kings within this Fight died,  
And forty Lords and Dukes beside,  
the like may never more be fought again.  
With Woeful Arms enfolding,  
Stukely stood beholding,  
this cursed Sacrifice of Men that Day.  
He SIGHING said I Wicked Wight,  
Against my Conscience here to FIGHT,  
and brought my Followers unto Decay,  
BEING thus sore vexed,  
And with Grief oppressed;  
these brave Itallians that sold their Lands,  
Witd Stukely to Venture forth,  
And hazard Tife for nothing worth,  
upon him than did cast their cursed hands  
Unto Death thus Wounded,  
His Heart with sorrow swooned.  
unto them he made his moan,  
Thus have I left my Country Dear,  
To be in this manner murdered here,  
even in this place where I am not known.  
My Wife I have much wronged,  
Of what to her belonged,  
I did consume in wicked course of life.  
What I had is past I see,  
And brings nought but grief to me,  
therefore grant me Pardon gentle Wife,  
Life I see consumeth,  
And Death I see presumeth,  
to change this Life of mine into a new.  
Yet this my greatest Comfort brings,  
I lived and died in Love of Kings,  
and so bold Stukely bids the world adieu  
Stukely's Life thus ended,  
Was after Death befriended,  
and like a Soldier buried gallantly.  
Where now there stands upon the grave  
A stately Temple builded brave,  
with golden turrets piercing to the sky   

LONDON: Printed and Sold by L. How, in Petticoat-Lane.