Poems and translations with the Sophy / written by the Honourable Sir John Denham, Knight of the Bath.

A Western Wonder.

DO you not know, not a fortnight ago, How they brag'd of a Western wonder? When a hundred and ten, slew five thousand men, With the help of Lightning and Thunder.

There Hopton was slain, again and again, Or else my Author did lye; With a new Thanksgiving, for the Dead who are living, To God, and his Servant Chidleigh.

But now on which side was this Miracle try'd, I hope we at last are even; For Sir Ralph and his Knaves, are risen from their Graves, To Cudge'l the Clowns of Devon.

And now Stamford came, for his Honour was lame Of the Gout three months together; But it prov'd when they fought, but a running Gout, For his heels were lighter then ever.

For now he out-runs his Arms and his Guns, And leaves all his money behind him; But they follow after, unless he take water At Plymouth again, they will find him.

What Reading hath cost, and Stamford hath lost, Goes deep in the Sequestrations;

These wounds will not heal, with your new Great Seal, Nor Iepsons Declarations.

Now Peters, and Case, in your Prayer and Grace Remember the new Thanksgiving; Isaac and his Wife, now dig for your life, Or shortly you'l dig for your living.