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THOMAS STUKELT. |
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Unto death thus wounded, us
His heart with sorrow swounded,
And to them all he made this heavy mone: " Thus have I left my country deere, To be so vilely murthered heere,
Even in this place whereas I am not known, lao
" My life I have much wronged; Of what to her belonged
I vainely spent in idle course of life. What I have done is past, I see, And bringeth nought but greef to me, 125
Therefore grant now thy pardon, gentle wife!
" Life, I see, consumeth, And death, I feel, presumeth
To change this life of mine into a new: Yet this me greatest comfort brings, 130
I HVd and died in love of kings,
And so brave Stukely bids the world adew."
Stukelys life thus ended, Was after death befrended,
And like a soldier buried gallantly; 13;
Where now there stands upon his grave A stately temple, builded brave,
With golden turrets piercing in the skye. |
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