❧ A Plaster for a galled Horse.  
Look what here in shallbe red  
Wynse at nothing, except ye be grity  
For of usurped power we be not a dread.  
But God to be known, before precepts filthy  
We speak not against Gods holy mystery  
But against such, as love neither God not their king  
Beware therefore ye know not your destiny  
Look better to the Scripture, the word everlasting  Proverb. xxvi. 
Unto the horse belongeth a whip To the Ass a Bridles & a rod to the fools back.  ❧ 
If this plaster be to cold  
Ye shall have an other be bold  
Thintent is to cure and edify  
So it is said, By John Ramsy  
M. D. XLVIII.   

The plajster.  

THe horse that is galled will wynse and kick  
If any do enterprise, to come such a near  
He thinketh ye go about to touch the quick  
That rather he would run thorough water and fire  
Even the like our massemakers, begin to steer  
If any in their manginess, findeth lack  
Then like a galled horse they stamp and steer  
But gup ye godmakers beware your galled back.   

Guppe sir John and guppe Bishop also  
gup all other, that hold with the same  
Very mangy ye are, and wince to and fro  
Doubt not but at length it wyll'turne you to shame  
For many of you command in your own name  
Up with mass (we charge you let not that slack  
Or else in the Castle of N. we will you tame  
But gup ye God makers, bewary your galled back   

What other are you, but mangy in deed  
To prefer the abomination most vyse in God's sight  
Look ye blind dweles, in what Gospel do ye read  
That such myrlymuse, doth please God a right  
On this side, & that side, as one sought his way by night  
Straining a knaves, arms, as though he stood on a rack  
With mocks and mows, and like a fool dight  
But guppe ye Godmakers, beware your galled back   

Think you Christian faith to you is obedient  
To follow such Mainetry, made by a peeled squire  
No no you may well hold yourselves content  
We have neither faith, in Monk Priest nor Friet.  
ye are worthy to be hanged, and so paid for your heir  
That will compel, the true subjects to bear your pack  
It seemeth by your deeds, that treason ye do conspire  
But gup ye Godmakers, be ware your galled back:   

Where is your obedience, and where is your commission?  
So tyranly so heritikely, to give any such commandment  
To follow the pope, with his superstition  
yet in one knot, to this ye do consent  
ye roar and cry, as men with out judgement  
Up wish the mass or eyes all, goeth to wrack  
But remember goods vengeance is ready bent  
And gup ye Godmakers, beware your galled back.   

Ye say ye are an insurrection  
But who shall it make. that would we know?  
Even your own selves/ with your pestilent Infection  
To suppress god's verity, and bring it low,  
It is time to look to you, for the seed that you do sow  
Which ye shall reap, and lay it on your own stack,  
We set not a fart by your mass made with mock & mow  
But gup ye Godmakers, beware your galled back   

Look in holy scripture, learn there your duty  
ye blood guides/ that stumble at a straw  
There shall ye find, that the Lord God only,  
Shalt thou serve and follow his holy law  
But thou thinkest, that god is made of every jackedawe  
As in his hands thou must hear his bones crack  
And thinkest thyself safe. when he is down in thy maw  
But gup ye Godmakers, beware your galled back   

you● mass that ye make your god serveth for many a thing  
For … e for drowthe, for pestilence and sheep  
For … gges for pilgrims, for ships that he sailing  
For corn for the cough, and for those that can not sleep  
And what for this if your god ye do not well keep  
He will stink in his house, ye can not a bide the smack  
yet to that false god, ye kneel and creep  
But gup ye godmakers beware your galled back:   

you have chaplains of trust, that serve for the nonce  
Greedy of stommacke hasty in digestion  
That can eat up a whole body both flesh blood & bones  
And that same day be drunk and ask no question  
A drunken chaplain a drunken god, surely a holy profession  
Cursed be such for their deeds are black  
Our God is in heaven, which died for our redemption  
But puppe ye godmakers beware your galled back:   

In three parts your God must be divided  
For the bodies above, the bodies beneath, & those the be living  
That Pope was wise that thus had contrived  
God for God, God for the devil, God for all ill doing  
Every pice was God, this is your teichinge  
So that the least piece, be it never so little a snack  
Is god of god made, that had a beginning  
But gup ye godmakers. beware your galled back   

ye may do what ye list with things of your own  
ye may do what ye can, where ye be not set by.  
your cruel torments be soon over blown,  
And the reckoning ye must make of all your Injury  
Men that account themselves wise should circumspectly  
Do all things to gods honour, & not his scripture hack  
As men de leeks, their Imagination to satisfy  
But gup ye godmakers beware your galled back   

We would talk with you, but your malice is to great  
your deeds do declare, ye are the Pope's pigs  
yet we will axe one question but be in no more heat  
And let by hear what ye sucked out of the Pope's biggis  
Do men on the brambles gather any figs  
do your horemasters priests▪ by their ministration so compact  
To allure Christ out of heaven, as men do birds to twingges  
No no, ye Godmakes/ beware your galled back   

Christ sitteth in heaven holy scripture saith so,  
Christ shall come again, even the same body that went hence  
Christ said it was expedient that he should go  
For his fleshly body did no longer profit by presence  
The kiss that judas had took not a way his offence  
But still in desperation. his consecience stack  
much less in your God, that hath no intelligence  
But gup ye Godmakers, beware your galled back.   

Ye pretend a great holiness, but not in right use  
Christ's institution is clean out of memory  
He broke the bread, without bain excuse  
And said it was his body that ends should die  
Now it was not the bread: that was crucified at calvary  
But the body which is in heaven this scripture ye cannot lack  
And as the bread was broken even so was his body  
But Gup ye God makers, beware your galled back.   

But as you do use it, it is neither here nor there  
But a feigned mommery, of Antichristes' devise  
And as Baruch saith no God he is, we need not to fear  
For when he is down he can no more rise  
Yet your priests, handle him so finely and nice  
Wrap him in clouts, with many apopyshe knack  
I would all such priests, mighty swarm full of lice  
But guppe ye Godmakers, beware your galled back:   

Lay forth for yourself, the best that ye can  
Commounde what ye list, of your own devise  
We know, ye shall not be obeyed of never an honest man  
But of your own covenants, that loveth the pope's guise  
yet beware least your heads know the price  
for ye like traitors, against our king find lack  
in suppressing the Pope, with all his marchaundyce  
But gup ye godmakers beware your gall back.   

Mark the gesture, who that list  
First a shorn shaveling, clad in a clout  
Bearing the name of an honest priest  
And yet in no place a starker lout  
A whore monger a drunkard, ye mayken him be snout  
At the Alehouses he studieth, till his wirte he doth lack  
Such are your minister's, to bring this matter about  
But gup ye godmakers. be ware you galled back   

Then wrapped in a knaves skin, as holy as my horse  
Before the altar, in great contemplation  
confessing the sins of his lubbrysh Corpse  
To god and all saints, he counteth his abomination  
Then home to the altar, with great saintification  
With crosses, and blesses, with his boy little jacke  
Thus forth goeth sir John with all his preparation  
But puppe ye godmakers beware your galled back:   

Then gloria in excelsis for joy doth he sing  
More for his fat living, then for devotion  
And many there be that remember another thing  
Which sing not with merry heart for l●cke of promotion  
Thus some be merry, some be sorry according to their portion  
The forth comet 〈◊〉 Colettes, bound up in a pack  
Of this saint and that saint, for sickness, and extortion  
But guuppeye godmakers beware your galled back.   

The epistle and gospel they have put in  
To colour their false'hed under holy pretence  
And all in latin, to cloak their synnne,  
This daily is seen by common experience  
Now mark, for here cometh great reverence,  
Adappe for a fly, which is a pretty knack  
T●at must ye kiss, and give them pence  
But guppe ye godmakers beware your galled back.   

Than must be wash, he hath handled some whore's tail  
With turn about jacke/ and show some sport  
For many at popish knaves, of the shaven sort  
More me●er he were for the whip and flail,  
Then to put the dead souls in good comfort  
There standeth ●e moming like a calf in a sack  
Many times hy● whore, will the their resort  
But gup ye godmakers beware your galled back   

Then make they god with words enough  
And hang him up between thieves twain  
Then ye massmongers, look that ye bow  
For there is your god, made by a knave in grain  
And he prayeth unto him for all sickness and pain  
And at length doth eat him, both shoulder leg & tack  
And the next day can make an other again  
But gup ye godmakers, beware your galled back   

Thus ye are beguiled with such fox's play  
And your hearts are so fet that the truth ye do not see  
yet remember god and our king what they do say  
That from Idolatry would have you to flee,  
if ye will not then be blind still for me:  
the lord defend our noble king, that of you he have no lack  
For you are hard to be trusted what soever ye be  
Therefore year warned, beware your galled back    

¶ Imprinted at London in Sainet Indrewes' parish in the wardrobe By Thomas Raynalde