The retnne of. M. smiths enuoy servant to the Kings Royal Majesty and Clerk of the queens grace's counsel (though most unworthy)  

Trolle here, troll there, troll out, troll in  
Ye troll away & troll about like a blind sym.   

Even with the same commendation that to you doth pertain  
I send you here mine answer, which is no great treatise  
desiring you to mark, and to understand plain  
That I have received your envious and proud enterprise  
The matter whereof, I trust, all honest men doth despise  
But brag and face what you can, I care not a whit  
I take time as time is, though hereafter cometh not yet.   

¶ You ruffle and you rail for malice and despite  
And as a lofty lurden, you show yourself full plain  
For asmuch as you are grieved with the good that I did write  
Which I will never deny, but earnestly maintain  
Having causes enough, on your malice to complain  
For your menacings and threatenings, wherein I am sure ye do but guess  
For laying popery to your charge, your heart granting there no less.   

¶ Though with the point of my pen I did you so spur and prick  
That thereby you were grieved, and greatly stirred to ire  
Yet I council you to sit sure, and that you neither winch nor kick  
For and if you do, I will surely lay you in the mire  
Take no more upon you then is meet, lest yourself ye do tire  
Or some other mischief chance you, take this proverb for a token  
That a sick man is soon beaten, and a scald head soon broken.   

¶ I was nothing grieved that yourself so openly ye did declare  
Nether with the describing of your name, nor of your service the pith  
Nor yet will any honest man so judge, and therefore I nothing care  
Though mad malice moved you, to be despyted therewith  
raging because I compared a coblet with the smith  
Your foolish displeasure wherewith, is easy enough to be found  
Namyuge me as ye are, an upright vagabond.   

¶ Of the opening of your name and service I knew not your intent  
But yet for your doings, I thought ye worthy blame  
Not counting you guiltless, and therefore I did you shent  
considering I regarded your deed, more than I did your name  
And therefore unto your offyre, I wished no manner of shame  
But intending my purpose I write as in my mind it lay  
howbeit, you being nought yourself, turn it another way.   

¶ Sometime a thief shameth not to show both his name and face  
Where the true man hideth himself, and standeth in great doubt  
Lest that this thievish malice should present itself in place  
To the destruction of him that his thefery would try out  
So in likewise you, do seek all corners round about  
But it will not help you, though awhile there be delay  
Time may bring you forth, as well as it doth pour grey   

¶ For rambling in the scriptures in deed I did you reprove  
wishing with all my heart that your doings ye would amend  
describing your fault plainly, as honesty did me behove  
You might gently have spoken with m●●● ye could me reprehend  
But I am sure ye minded it not, but did it lest intend  
For all your brags and krackes, on your ale bench when you sit  
Let time be as time is, though hereafter cometh not yet.   

¶ To a tailor in deed I advised you that ye did resort  
For the shaping out of scripture/ your text the better to frame  
A sect I am sure more catholic/ then are your popish sort  
Being the members of christ/ and himself the head of the same  
Neither heretyckes nor papists/ but men of honest fame  
That always are obedient and use not/ for to rebel  
Though you and such other/ would help thereto with your council.   

¶ I neither bluster nor blow/ any false matter to prove  
Though you do desire of every honest man the fall  
Nother laid I popery to your charge/ but thought ye did it love  
For if by you/ popery I could prove/ then a traitor I would you call  
And would it not conceal/ but bring you to your trial  
Our doings will apere/ though ye defer them for a space  
And I will be forth coming/ before your betters to show my face.   

¶ The rest of your railings I will as now omit  
Upon such brainless braggery my time I will not spend  
They do nothing else but manifest the lewd use of your wit  
And the mischief of your heart which to other ye do pretend  
You have no nother buckler yourself for to defend  
Who rebuketh your sect/ or would reform your popery  
Among you straight/ he is a maintainer of heresy.   

¶ Thus/ though ye would be hidden/ yet men may easily know  
What traitorous hearts ye bear/ to god and our good king  
His grace hath given in functyons/ which clean to overthrow  
What councils do ye hold/ to evident is the thing  
We should beware of your treason/ for surely I fear ye would bring  
Your romish tuffeler to be our heed/ by some manner of shift  
To the which your papistical flock/ not long ago gave a life.   

¶ There saw we plainly/ a mischievous and detestabell sort  
Of false feigned hearts/ that against our good king did arise  
Seeking his destruction/ and all theirs that him did support  
Being armed with customs/ and soche feigned lies  
But god (who of his grace) ever provideth for his  
Gave such knowledge thereof/ that they had not their intent  
Some fled/ some taken/ some were hanged on the gallows and brent.   

¶ Which thing I do desire/ all true subjects to regard  
And to god and our good king/ to bear a due obedience  
And to all false feigned hearts I wish the same reward  
Even like as the others had/ worthily for their offence  
And now Master. T.. S. mark well this sentence  
Consider that as you be/ so have you used your wit  
And I take time/ as time is/ though hereafter come not yet.   

¶ peraventure Syr. T. S. you will yet brag and boast  
As ye do here in that ye will drive me out of the way  
But be not to busy I advise you/ lest you come to your cost  
Though in mine own cause/ I will but little say  
For and if you work much/ ye shall perceive I will not play  
Nether holding down my head/ nor yet bear it to much aloft  
For all your bragging countenance/ it will become you to speak soft.   

¶ Now for an end (Eternal God) I beseech the grant long life  
With prosperous contynuans, to Henry our most noble king  
Andd to Kathering our Queen also, his most Lawful Wife  
And grant between them both, like other branches to spring  
(As is Edward our Prince? that most odoriferous thing  
Preserve them long together Lord, and grant them all the bliss  
Where Angels incessantly, sing (Gloria in excelsis) Amen.   
¶ God save the king.  
☞ Trolle here, Trolle there, Trolle out, Trolle in  
Ye troll away and troll about, like a blind Sym.   

¶ Imprinted at London by richard banks, Cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum. And be to sell in Lombard street/ near unto the stocks by richard Kele.