A Description of New England/In his deserued honor for his Worke, and worth
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Michael Phettiplace, William Phettiplace, &
Richard Wiffing, Gentlemen, and
Souldiers vnder Captaine Smiths
Command: In his deserued
honor for his Worke,
and worth.
Richard Wiffing, Gentlemen, and
Souldiers vnder Captaine Smiths
Command: In his deserued
honor for his Worke,
and worth.
WHy may not we in this Worke haue our Mite,
That had our share in each black day and night,
When thou Virginia foild’st, yet kept’st vnstaind;
And held’st the King of Paspeheh enchaind.
Thou all alone this Saluage sterne didst take.
Pamunkes king wee saw thee captiue make
Among seauen hundred of his stoutest men,
To murther thee and vs resolued; when
Fast by the hand thou led’st this Saluage grim,
Thy Pistoll at his breast to gouerne him:
Which did infuse such awe in all the rest
(Sith their drad Soueraigne thou had’st so distrest)
That thou and wee (poore sixteene) safe retir’d
Vnto our helplesse ships. Thou (thus admir’d)
Didst make proud Powhatan, his subiects send
To Iames his Towne, thy censure to attend:
And all Virginia’s Lords, and pettie Kings,
Aw’d by thy vertue, crouch, and Presents brings
To gaine thy grace; so dreaded thou hast beene:
And yet a heart more milde is seldome seene;
So, making Valour Vertue, really;
Who hast nought in thee counterfet, or slie;
If in the sleight bee not the truest art,
That makes men famoused for faire desert.
Who saith of thee, this sauors of vaine-glorie,
Mistakes both thee and vs, and this true storie.
If it bee ill in Thee, so well to doe;
Then, is it ill in Vs, to praise thee too.
But, if the first bee well done; it is well,
To say it doth (if so it doth) excell!
Praise is the guerdon of each deere desert,
Making the praised act the praised part
With more alacritie: Honours Spurre is Praise;
Without which, it (regardlesse) soone decaies.
And for this paines of thine wee praise thee rather,
That future Times may know who was the father
Of this rare Worke (New England) which may bring
Praise to thy God, and profit to thy King.
That had our share in each black day and night,
When thou Virginia foild’st, yet kept’st vnstaind;
And held’st the King of Paspeheh enchaind.
Thou all alone this Saluage sterne didst take.
Pamunkes king wee saw thee captiue make
Among seauen hundred of his stoutest men,
To murther thee and vs resolued; when
Fast by the hand thou led’st this Saluage grim,
Thy Pistoll at his breast to gouerne him:
Which did infuse such awe in all the rest
(Sith their drad Soueraigne thou had’st so distrest)
That thou and wee (poore sixteene) safe retir’d
Vnto our helplesse ships. Thou (thus admir’d)
Didst make proud Powhatan, his subiects send
To Iames his Towne, thy censure to attend:
And all Virginia’s Lords, and pettie Kings,
Aw’d by thy vertue, crouch, and Presents brings
To gaine thy grace; so dreaded thou hast beene:
And yet a heart more milde is seldome seene;
So, making Valour Vertue, really;
Who hast nought in thee counterfet, or slie;
If in the sleight bee not the truest art,
That makes men famoused for faire desert.
Who saith of thee, this sauors of vaine-glorie,
Mistakes both thee and vs, and this true storie.
If it bee ill in Thee, so well to doe;
Then, is it ill in Vs, to praise thee too.
But, if the first bee well done; it is well,
To say it doth (if so it doth) excell!
Praise is the guerdon of each deere desert,
Making the praised act the praised part
With more alacritie: Honours Spurre is Praise;
Without which, it (regardlesse) soone decaies.
And for this paines of thine wee praise thee rather,
That future Times may know who was the father
Of this rare Worke (New England) which may bring
Praise to thy God, and profit to thy King.