Unto death thus wounded,115
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.120
"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 liv'd 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;135
Where now there stands upon his grave
A stately temple, builded brave,
With golden turrets piercing in the skye.
[72]. fight.