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A48783	The legend of Captaine Jones relating his adventure to sea, his first landing, and strange combat with a mighty beare : his furious battell with his six and thirty men, against the army of eleven kings, with their overthtow [sic] and deaths, his relieving of Kemper Castle, his strange and admirable sea-fight with six huge gallies of Spain, and nine thousand soldiers, his taking prisoner and hard usage : lastly, his setting at liberty by the Kings command, and returne for England.	Lloyd, David, 1597-1663.; Lluelyn, Martin, 1616-1682.	1656 (1656)	Wing L2631; ESTC R22326	41,199	102

so far He is resolv'd to wave the chance of war Himselfe and house he yeelds unto the Queen And her cold mercy which too soon was seen This is the last great act I can relate Of his good service for the Queen and State Rewards fit for his worth there were prepar'd Which his high spirit past by without regard And his great Queen was seriously bent To put him in some place of government But Nature onely taught the man to fight And his rude Mother not to read and write Which was the chiefest cause that made him hate To be imploy'd in mysteries of State Besides he was not pleased that her Grace Cut off this Noble man before his face Whom he brought in it may be his owne lot With axe or cord for nought to goe to pot Thus ignorance a discontented mind And worth ill weigh'd doe make him fall behind Occasions lock which lost he never more Though bred and breath'd on hills shall get before Now time and bruises and much losse of blood Had made Iones feel cold age was not so good As fiery youth he needs must find a fail Of what he was declin'd from top to tail Which made him wish he might put up his rest And breath his last in his own Countries brest And for this cause he went unto her Grace And begg'd of her a Muster-masters place In Wales neere his first home where he may spend His later dayes in peace and in it end And yet to leave behind his martiall art To Wale's posterity before he part This sute with speed and readinesse is granted And so to Wales our Muster-master's janted Here many years he spent in telling more Or lesse of those strange things he did before At last in his old age he growes so wilde He needs must marry to beget a childe Which though he mist the mastery he must have Ore every sex Iones sent her to her grave Devotion now with his old age increast He meditates thrice every day at least His only prayer was the Absolution In our old Liturgy with some confusion Of short ejaculations in his bed For some old slips and for the bloud he shed Especially for those six Kings he kild Without remorce at the Juzippian field At last death comes whose power he defi'd From first to last and thus he liv'd and di'd Now you wild blads that make loose Innes your stage To vapour forth the acts of this sad age Your Edghil fight the Newberies and the West And Northern clashes where you still fought best Your strange escapes your dangers voyd of feare When bullets flew between the head and eare Your pia maters rent perisht your guts Yet live as then ye had been but earthen buts Whether you fought by Dam me or the Spirit To you I speake still waving men of merit Be modest in your tales if you exceed My Captain 's hard atchivements I 'le proceed Once more to imp my rurall muses wings And turne my lyre so high I 'le break her strings But I will reach ye and thence raise such laughter As shall continue for sive ages after The Captaines Elegie ANd art thou gone brave man bath conqering death Put a full period to thy blustering breath Thus hath she plaid her master-piece and here Fixt her nil supra on thy sable beere Scap'st thou those hideous storms those horrid sights With many Giants cruel beasts fierce Knights Such dangerous stratagems such foes intrapping And now hath death don't sure she took thee napping For hadst thou been awake to use thy sword She would have shun'd thee and have ta'ne thy word For thy apparence till the last return Of her long term Or did thy mettle burn Through thy chapt clay unto Elysiums shades T' incounter with the ghosts of those old blades Great Caesar Scipio Annibal 'cause here Thy fiery spirit could not finde its peer How couldst thou else finde time to fold thy armes In thy still grave now Mars raines bloudy stormes On Christian earth great Austria would be ours Without pitcht field without beleaguering towrs Wert thou but here thy sword would strike the stroke To breake or bring their necks to Britaines yoke Perhaps it was the providence of Fate To snatch thee up lest thou shouldest come too late Now souldiers drop pel mel whose soules might thrust Thine from the chiefest place which thou from first Hast gain'd on earth now what shall England doe Limp like some grandame that hath lost her shooe Put case a new Tyrone again should spring From his old urne no some such furious thing As fierce Mac-kil-cow where were then our Jones To bring these Rebels on their marrow bones Or say 'gainst Spaine our pikes we re-advance For their old Sack as such a thing may chance Where shall we then finde out that Martiall man That kild six thousand with nine score hee 's gone And we that lick the dish that Homer lapt in What fury now shall our dull braines be rapt in We must goe sing Sr. Lanchelot and rehearse Old Huan's villanous prose in Wilder verse Or else put up our pipes and all at once Crie farewell wit all 's gone with Captaine Jones Well goe thy wayes old blade th' hast done thy share For things beyond beliefe time never feare Will give thee being here th' hast left us stuffe To build thy Pyramid more then enough To equall Cayre's and happily t wil out last it So with thy glorious deeds we may rough cast it Farewell great soule and take this praise with many Except thy foes thou nere did st harme to any And thus farre let our Muse thy losse deplore Well she may sigh but she shall nere sing more His EPITAPH T Read softly mortalls ore the bones Of the worlds wonder Captaine Jones Who told his glorious deeds to many But never was believ'd of any Posterity let this suffice He swore all 's true yet here he lyes FINIS The Invocation His birth place His stout behaviour in a storm at sea The name of his ship His landing * His encounter with a Beare * The name of his sword He joynes himself to the 36. soldiers His taking of fish with his halberts point Captain Jones encounters with the great Giant Asdriasdust His cration to his 25. souldiers before their fight with the 2000. sent against him by the 11 American Kings His courage in fight 5. Kings 120● soldiers slain Strange herrings What became of the rich prizes He his men come for England His raising of the ●●●ege of Kemper Castle He is made Vice Gen. under G. of Cūberland fought against the Spanish Fleet. * This sword he won from the great and fearefull G 〈…〉 Nereapeny His g 〈…〉 de 〈…〉 him from self-murder How be was used being taken captive He is presented to the Spanish King He is cast in prison He disputed there with a Jesuit about Purgatory Order ●ken in Eng land for 〈◊〉 ransome The point of his ransome debated in ●p A touch of some other deeds of chivalry by him performed 24. Spanish commanders given in ex change for him Sir Topas rime in Chaucer * Alway portending stormes when they are seen to play The Dolphin is alwayes observ'd to be a lover of man The eldest son of the King of France alwaies stiled the Dolphin Nebuch●nizzar † The saw in W 〈…〉 Lowsie The Prince of Sonth-Wales Who was slain neare Bealt a town in Brecknockshire * Robert Earle of Essex * A little village by Milford * An old Welch Prophet who foretold the landing of Henry the seventh there Scaevola against Porsenna in Livie Lup●ntbropos Witches that take shipes of Wolves upon them in Ireland A Towne and Fort in the County of Cardigan Read purchas in his relations of Aethiopia touching this Mount The Apple which three goddesses Juno Pallas and Venus contended for which was given by Paris to Venus whereupon followed the destruction of Troy A great epicure and Emperor of Rome * painted cloths in Inns and victualling houses Read Gurtius touching these * A private Span●sh Commander that took this great King of Mexico with a handfull of men Read the Commentaries de bello Africno * Read Curtius touching that Elephant of Porus who often remounted his master with his trunk in that battell between him and Alexander