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308 THE LIFE AND DEATH OF
If I should tell his story, Pride was all his glory,
And lusty Stukely he was call'd in court; He servM a bishop of the west, 10
And did accompany the best,
Maintaining still himselfe in gallant sort.
Being thus esteemed,
And every where well deemed,
He gain'd the favour of a London dame, is Daughter to an alderman, Curtis he was called then,
To whom a sutor gallantly he came.
When she his person spied,
He could not be denied, 20
So brave a gentleman he was to see; She was quickly made his wife, In weale or woe to lead her life,
Her father willingly did so agree.
Thus, in state and pleasure, 25
Full many dales they measure;
Till cruell death, with his regardles spight, Bore old Curtis to his grave, A thing which Stukely wisht to have,
That he might revell all in gold so bright. 30
He was no sooner tombed, But Stukely presumed
To spend a hundred pound that day in waste : The bravest gallants of the land