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;
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;
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