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THOMAS STUKELY. 309
Had Stukelies purse at their command; as
Thus merrily the time away he pass'd.
Taverns and ordinaries Were his cheefest braveries,
Goulden angells flew there up and downe; Riots were his best delight, *>
With stately feastings day and night;
In court and citty thus he won renowne.
Thus wasting land and living By this lawlesse giving,
At last he sold the pavements of his yard, « Which covered were with blocks of tin; Old Curtis left the same to him,
Which he consumed vamely, as you heard.
Whereat his wife sore greeved,
Desir'd to be releeved; 50
" Make much of me, dear husband," she did say: " I'll make much more of thee," quoth he, " Than any one shall, verily:
I'll sell thy clothes, and so will go away."
Cruelly thus hearted, 55
Away from her he parted,
And travelled into Italy with speed: There he flourisht many a day In his silkes and rich array,
And did the pleasures of a lady feed. eo
38, 40. where.