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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A48786	The legend of Captain Iones continued from his first part to his end wherein is delivered his incredible adventures and atchievements by sea and land : particularly, his miraculous deliverance from a wrack at sea by the support of a dolphin, his severall desperate duels, his combate with Bahader Cham, a gyant of the race of Og, his loves, his deep imployments and happy successe in businesse of state : all which and more is but the tithe of his owne relation, which he continued untill he grew speechlesse, and died.	Lloyd, David, 1597-1663.; Lluelyn, Martin, 1616-1682.	1648 (1648)	Wing L2635; ESTC R204922	24,318	48

rent perisht your guts Yet live as then ye had been but earthen buts Whether you fought by Damme or the Spirit To you I speake still waving men of merit Be modest in your tales if you exceed My Captain 's hard atchievements I 'le proceed Once more to imp my rurall muses wings And tune my lyre so high I 'le break her strings But I will reach ye and thence raise such laughter As shall continue for five ages after The Captaines Elegie ANd art thou gone brave man hath conquering death Put a full period to thy blustring breath Thus hath she plaid her master-peece and here Fixt her nil supra on thy sable beere Scap'st thou those hideous storms those horrid fights 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 metle 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 tow'rs Wert thou but here thy sword would strike the stroke To breake or bring their necks to Brittaines 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 or some such furious thing As fierce Mac-kil-cow where were then our Iones To bring these Rebels on their marrow bones Or say 'gainst Spaine our pikes we readvance 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 gon 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. Lancelot 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 Iones 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 Fare well great soule and take this praise with many Fxcept thy foes thou nere didst harme to any And thus farre let our Muse thy losse deplore Well she may sigh but she shall nere sing more His EPITAPH TRead softly mortals 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 24 Spanish commanders given in exchange for him Sr. Topas rime in Chaucer * Alway portending stormes when they are seen to play The Dolphin is alwaies observ'd to be a lover of man The eldest son of the King of France alwaies stiled the Dolphin Nebuchaduezzar † The same in Welch Lowsie The Prince of south-South-Wales who was slain neere Bealt a towne in Brecknock-Shire * Robert Earle of Essex * A little village by Milford * An old Wel●h prophet who ●or●told the landing of Henry the seventh there Scaevola against Porsenna in Livie Lupanthropos Witches that take shapes of wolves upon them in Ireland A Towne and Port in the County of Cardigan Read Purchas in his relations of AEthi●pia 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 Emperor of Rome * painted cloths in Inns and victualling houses Read Curtius touching these * A private Spanish Commander that took this great King of Mexico with a handfull of men Read the Commentar●es de bello Africano Read Curtius touching that El●phant of Porus who often remounted his master with his trunck in tha battell between him and Alexander

dance Was built by Lewis King Henry's sonne of France And took that name from him who beares that name As eldest sonne who still is styl'd the same They write Iones got this ground t' augment his glory And cheat the world with this stupendious story But let the reader judge if this be true And know pale envy still doth worth pursue Well now to Iones againe we may conceave He was not ill apaid to take his leave Of this rough element nor did account it Much worse to goe on foot then ride so mounted 'T is true he road this lofty fish in state But 't was too neere the boisterous fitt of fate He fear'd not Fortune nor her wheel though fickle Yet loath he was to be laid up in pickle Or that his manly limbs should be a feast For sharks or crabs or congers to digest His next work is to finde some habitation Though he came safely there 't was in meane fashion The selfe-same clothes which when Alonso brav'd him He made him weare and to the gally slav'd him And though this last foul storme had little harm'd him It seem'd to some strange thing to have transform'd him Rigid and rough long wet and feltred lockes Like Babels King when turn'd into an oxe For a fresh-water souldier none could doubt him The seas salt teares ran trickling round about him In this cold plight he leaves the beachy strand And coasts the maine with many a weary stand At last he spies a house not great but good For here he findes a brother of his brood Who had adventur'd in those wayes before And rays'd some fortune by 't and gave it ore He quicly finds that Iones had skap'd some wrack Experience charity and pity spake On his behalfe the good man bids him in And with Y' are kindly welcome doth begin He spak 't in Dutch which gladded Iones for he Could speak 't aswell as † GRACE dw worth awhee Which language a Dutch Pilot well had taught him When Greenfield to America had brought him By this the Stove 's made ready in goes Iones Dryes his wet garments comforts nerves and bones The table 's set with homely wholesome cheere And to make all compleat strong Lubeck beere A Dutch froe was his mate more fat then faire But wondrous free and thereto debonaire Which made Iones aske what Country 't was that gave This noble welcome to her humble slave He 's answer'd 't is the Netherlands the States Brave seat of warre where many broken pates Are got and giv'n and for his wants supply The good strong towne of Flushing stood fast by Where Sr John Norrice did command in chiefe For England's glory and the States reliefe This tickled Iones with joy for Horace Vere Norrice and hee had been I know not where Comrades in armes ere Iones did entertaine That crosse designe with Cumberland for Spaine But now a bed does well to take some rest Where this good host directs his weary guest And having slept his fill he timely rose Takes a most thankfull leave and on he goes His purpose is to take his passage over At the next Port he finds from thence to Dover But first at Flushing he resolves to touch Where his old friend the Bulwark of the Dutch Brave Norrice holds his troop Here Iones arrives Just as he came from Jaile except his Gives Clad in his slavish robe of Fryers gray His cap true blew no company but they That will not leave him whil'st he hath a ragge Such as possesse the Begger with his bagge Winds storms nor seas nor ought that could undoe him Could make thē flinch like friends they stick close to him And thus accompanied he doth approach To th' Generall's house neither with steed nor coach But in his manly foot-march 't was the time When Norrice with his Chiefes were set to dine Iones presseth to the Parler from the Hall And there accoasts the noble Generall Who ey'd him quickly and cryes out ô fate Live I to see the strength of England's State Breath'st thou brave man at armes Iones art thou he Or is it Mars himselse disguis'd like thee Quoth Iones The scourge of Spaniards and of Spaine Whom they have felt and foyl'd but to their paine Stands here and yet would breath some few years longer To prove King Philip or my selfe the stronger The rest was deare imbraces and his place By Norrice side and then a hasty grace Now might I dwell upon the luscious cheare Which here grew cold whil'st each mans eye and eare Fed on the person and discourse of Iones And quite forgot their toasts and marrow bones And whilst his strange adventures past hetels The Captaines Serjant majors Collonels Fast to admire him and are fill'd with wonder And feel no hunger though their bellies thunder Here mark his constancy beyond these men He eats and talkes and eats and talkes agen Their mawes are cloy'd to heare those deeds of his His stories are his meales Parenthesis But when he spoke of Spaine 't is past beleefe What fearefull wounds he gave the chine of beefe A capon garnish'd with slic'd lemmons stood Before him which he tore as he were wood And made it leglesse ere he made a pause Meerly in malice to the Spanish sawce He wrecks his wrath on every dish that 's nigh him And spoil'd a custard that stood trembling by him Grow'n pikes and carps and many a dainty dish That far excell'd his tame Crotonian fish At last his fury 'gan to be asswag'd And then the Generall all his friends ingag'd To give him Souldiers welcome in a rowse Of lusty Rhenish till both men and house Turne round Once two great deities conjoyn'd To worke his fall with hideous seas and wind Now onely Bacchus takes the man to taske And layes sore to him with his potent caske And whilest with lusty grape ore-born Iones reeles H'assaults his head and so trips up his heels But up he rose againe with vigor stout And sweares though foil'd hee 'l try an other bout They all were now high flow'n when Collonell Skink Fills a huge bowl of sherry Sack to drink A health to Englands Queen and Iones is he Must take 't in pledge and so he did but see The strange antipathy between this man And Spanish grape as well as Spanish Don. Against them both his stomach fierce doth rise No sooner drunke but up again it flies This odde distemper made him halfe asham'd But there 's no helpe he was with wrath inflam'd Nor was he pleas'd with Skink for this affront For so he took 't he knew Skink could not want The wine of Rhene for healths why then in Sack Unlesse it were to lay him on his back Fir'd with this thought he catch'd at his buffe coat Then grapples close and had pluck'd out his throat But that the wary Generall interposes His hands and friends betweene their bloudy noses And with strong reasons smiles and smooth allayes He dampes