¶ Here after followeth a little book, which hath to name, why come ye not to court, compiled by master Skelton poet Laureate. ¶ All noble men of this take heed And believe it as your Crede. TO hasty of sentence To fierce for none offence To scarce of your expense To large in negligence To slack in recompense To haute in excellence To light intellegence And to light in credence where these keep residence Reason is banished thence And also dame prudence with sober sapience All noble men. etc. ¶ Than without collusion Mark well this conclusion Through such abusion And by such illusion Unto great confusion Anoble man may fall And his honour appall And if ye think this shall Not rub you on the gall Than the devil take all. etc. He va●es ille, de quo loquntur mill ¶ Why come ye not to court? ● Or age is a page For the court full unmeet For age can not rage's Nor base her sweet sweet But when age seeth that rage Doth assuage and refrain Than will age have a courage To come to court again But Helas/ sage overage So madly decays That age for dotage Is reco●●ed now adays Thus age agraunt damage Is nothing set by And rage's in a rerage Loath run lamentably So That rage must make ●yllage To catch that catch may And with such forage Hunt the boskage That hearts will run away Both hearts and hinds With all good minds Far well/ than have good day ¶ Than have good day a dew For default of rescue Some men may happily rue And some their heads mew The time doth fast ensue That bales begin to brew I dread by sweet jesus This tale will be to true In faith dycken thou krew In faith dicken thou krew. etc. O Icken/ thou krew doubtless For truly to express There hath been moche excess With banqueting brainless With tyoting reckless With gambauding thryftlesse With spend/ and, wast witless creating of truce restless Prating for peace peaslesse They countering at Cales Wrong us on the wales Chief counsellor was careless Groaning grouching graceless And to none intent Our talwod is all brent Our faggots are all spent We may blow at the coal Our mare hath cast her fool And mock hath lost her sho What may she do there to An end of an old song Do right and do no wrong As right as a rams horn For thrift is thread bore worn Our sheep are shrewdly shorn And truth is all to torn wisdom is laughed to scorn Favell is false forsworn javel is nobly borne Havell and Haruy hafter jack Travel and Coal Crafter We shall here more hereafter With polling and shaving With borrowing and cravyne With reving and raving With swearing and staring There vaileth no reasoning For will doth rule all thing Will/ will/ will/ will/ will He ruleth always still Good reason and good skill They may garlic pill Cary sacks to the mill Or pescoddes they may shell Or else go roast a stone There is no man but one That hath the strokes alone Be it black or white All that he doth is right As right as a Cammocke crooked This bill well over looked clearly percevye we may There went the hare away The hare/ the fox/ the grey The heart/ the hind/ the buch God send us better luck ¶ God send us better luck. etc. Twit Andrew/ twit scot Goe heme/ goe scour thy pot For we have spent our shot We shall have a tot quot From the pope of Rome To weave all in one lome A web of Lyife wulse Opus male du●ce The devil kiss hes cuse For whiles he doth rule All is wars and wars The devil kiss his arse For whether he bless or curse It can not be much worse From Baumberow to Bothombar We have cast up our war And mad a worthy truce With gup level suse Our money madly lent And mor madly spent From Croyden into Kent Wot ye whither they went From wynchelsey to Rye And all not worth a fly From wentbridge to Hull Our army waxeth dull With turn all home again And never a scot slain Yet the good earl of Surray The french men he doth fray And vexeth them day by day With all the power he may Thomas french men he hath fainted And mad their hearts attainted Of chivalry he is the flower Our lord be his succour The french men he hath so mated And their courage abated That they are but half men Like foxes in their den Like cankered cowards all Like Vrcheons in a stone wall They keep them in their holds Like hen hearted cokoldes ¶ But yet they over shoot us With crowns & with Scutus With Scutis & crowns of gold: I dread we are bought and sold It is a wonders work They shoot all at one mark At the cardinal's hat Thy shoot all at that Out of their strong towns They shoot at him with crowns With crowns of gold enblased They make him so amazed And his eyen so dazed That he sneeze can To know god nor man He is set so high In his hierarchy Of frantic frenzy And foolish Fantasy That in the chamber of stars All matters there he mars Clapping his rod on the board No man dare speak a word For he hath all the saying With out any renayenge He rolleth in his records He saith/ how say ye my lords Is not my reason good Good even good Robin hood Some say yes. And some Sit still/ as they were dom Thus thwarting over them He ruleth all the roast With bragging and with boast Borne up on every fyde With pomp and withpryde With trump up Alleluya For dame Philargera Hath so his heart in hold He loveth nothing but gold And Asmodeus of hell Maketh his membres swell With Dalyda to mell That wanton damosel ¶ Adieu philosophia Aoew Theologia Welcome dame Simonia With dame Castrimergia To drink and for to eat Sweet ypocrus and sweet meat To keep his flesh chaste In lent for a repast He eateth copons stewed pheasant/ and partriche mewed hens/ checkings/ and pigs He foins and he frygges Spareth neither maid ne wife This is a postel's life Helas'/ my heart is sorry To tell of vain glory But now upon this story I will no further rhyme Till another time ¶ Till another time. etc. What news what news Small news y● true is That be worth. 〈◊〉 cues But at the naked stews I under stand how that The sign of the cardinal hat That Inn is now shut up With gup door gup/ now gup Gup Guilliam Travillian With ●ast you I say jullian Will ye bear no coals A meinie of marefoles That occupy their holes ●ull of pocky molies What here ye of lancashire They were not paid their hire They are felas any fire What here ye of Ch●sshyre They have la●de all in the mire They grudged and said Their wages were not paid Some said they were afraid Of the scottish host For all their crack and boast Wild fire and thunder For all this worldly wonder A hundred mile asunder They were/ when the were next That is a true text What here ye of the scots They make us all sots Popping foolish daws They make us to pill straws They play their old pranks After huntley banks At the stream of Banock● burn They did us a shrewd turn When Edward of Karnaruan Lost all his father won ¶ What here ye of the lord Dakers He maketh us jacke rakers He says we are but crackers He calleth us England men Strong hearted like an hen For the scots and he To well they do agree With do thou for me And I shall do for the Whiles the red hat doth endure He mketh himself rock sure The red hat with his lure Bringeth all things under cure But as the world now goose What here ye of the lord Rose Nothing to purpose Nat worth a cockly foes Their hearts be in thyr hose The earl of Northumberlande Dare take nothing on hand Our barons be so bold In to a mouse hole they would Rynne away and creep Like a meinie of sheep Dare not look out at dur For dread of the mastyve ●ur For dread of the butcher's dog Would wyrry them like an hog For and this cur do gnar They must stand all a far To hold up their hand at the bar For all their noble blood He plucks them by the hood And shakes them by the ear And bring them in such fear He bayteth them like a bear Like an ox or a bull Their wyt●es he saith are dull He saith they have no brain Their estate to maintain And maketh them to bow their knee Be fore his majesty ¶ judges of the kings laws He counties them fools & daws Sergyantes of the coif eke He saith they are to seek In pleting of their case At the common place Or at the kings bench He wringeth them such a wrench That all our learned men Dare not set their p●nne To plead a true trial With in westminster hall In the Chancery where he sits But such as he admyttes None so hatdy to speak He saith, thou buddy p●●e Thy learning is to lewd Thy tongue is not well shown To ●●ke before our grace And openly in that place He rages and he rauls And calls them cankered knausses Thus royally he doth deal Under the kings broad seal And in the checket ●he them checks In ●●er chamber he noddis & be●s And ber●●h him thereso st●wte That no man dare rout Duke/ earl/ baron nor lord But to his sentence must accord Whether he be knight or squire All men mu●● follow his desire What say ye of the scottish king That is another thing He is but an youngling A stall worthy stripling There is a whyspring & a whipling He should be hither brought But and it were well sought I trow all will be nought not worth a shyttel cock Nor worth a sour calstocke ¶ There goth many a lie Of the duke of Albany That of should go his heed And brought in quick or deed And all Scotland owers The mountenannce of two hours But as some men sayne I dread of some false train subtly wrought shall be Under a feigned treaty But with in months three Men may happily see The treachery/ and the pranks Of the scottish banks What here ye of burgonions And the Spainyardes onions They have slain our englishmen Above threescore and ten For all your amity No better they agree God save my lord Admyrell What here ye of Mutrell There with I dare not mell Yet what here ye tell Of our grand counsel I could say some what But speak ye no more of that For dread of the red hat Take pepper in the nose For than thine heed of goose Of by the hard arse But there is some travarse between some and some That makys our sire to glum It is some what wrong That his beard is so long He mourneth in black clothing I pray god save the king Where ener he go or ride I pray god be his guide Thus will I conclude my style And fall to rest a while ¶ And so to rest a while. etc. One's yet again Of you I would fray Why come ye not to court To which court? To the kings court Or to Hampton court? Nay/ to the kings court The kings court Should have the excellence But Hampton court Hath the pre-eminence And yorks place With my lords grace To whose magnificence Is all the con●●ewence Suties and supplications Embassades of all nations Straw for law conon Or for the law common Or for law civil It shall be as he will Stop at law tancrete An obstract or a concrete Be it sour be it sweet His wisdom is so discrete That in a fume or an heat warden of the fleet Set him fast by the feet And of his royal power When him list to lower Than have him to the tower Saunz altar remedy Have him forth by and by To the marshalsy Or to the kings bench He diggeth so in the crenche Of the court royal That he ruleth them all So he doth undermined And such sleights doth find That the kings mind By him is subverted And so streatly coarted In credenfing his tales That all is but nutshales That any other saith He hath in him such faith ¶ Now/ yet all this might be Suffered/ and taken in gre If that that he wrought To any good end were brought But all he bringeth to nought By god that me dear bought He beareth the dkeing on hand That he must pill his land To make his coffers rich But he lay all in the dyche And useth such abusyoun That in the conclusyoun All cometh to confusion perceive the cause why To tell the troth plainly He is so ambitious So shameless/ an so vicious And so superstitious And so much oblivious From whence that he came That he falleth in to Acis●am Which truly to express Is a forgetfulness Or wilful blindness Wherewith the So domites Lost their inward sights The gommoryans also Were brought to deadly woe As scripture recordis A cecitate cordis In the latin sing we Lybera nos domine But this mad Amalecke Like to Amamelek He regardeth lords No more than potsherds He is in such clacyon Of his exaltation And the supportation Of our sovereign lord That god to record He ruleth all at will With out reason or skill How be it the primordyall Of his wretched original And his base progeny And his gresy genealogy He came of the sank royal that was cast out of a butchers stall ¶ But how ever he was borne Men would have the less scorn If he could consider His birth and room together And call to his mind How noble and how kinds To him he hath found Our sovereign lord/ chief ground Of all this prelacy And set him nobly In great auc●oryte Out from a low degree Which he cannot see For he was pard No doctor of devinyte Nor doctor of the law Nor of none other saw But a poor master of art God wots had little part Of the Quatrivials Nor yet of trivials Nor of philosophy Nor of Philology Nor of good policy Nor of astronomy Nor acquainted worth a 〈◊〉 With honourable Haly Nor with royal Ptholomy Nor with Albumasar Totreate of any star Fyxtor else mobyll His latin tongue doth hobbyll He doth but clout and cobble In Cullis faculty Called humanity Yet proudly he dare pretend How no man can him amend But have ye not hard this How an one eyed man is Well sighted/ when He is among blind men ¶ Than our process for to stable This man was full unable To reach to such degree Had not our prince be Royal Henry the eight Take him in such conceyght That he set him on height In exemplyfyenge Great Alexander the king In writing as we find Which of his royal mind And of his noble pleasure Transcending out of measure Thought to do a thing That pertaineth to a kind To make up one of nought And made to him be brought A wretched poor man Which his living won With planting of leeks By the days and by the weeks And of this poor vassal He made a king royal And gave him a realm to rule That occupied a showell A mattoke/ and a spade Before that he was made A king/ as I have told And ruled as he would Such is a kings power To make with in an hour And work such a miracle That shall be a spectacle Of renown and worldly fame In likewise now the same cardinal/ is promoted Yet with lewd conditions cotyd As hereafter been noted presumption and vain glory Envy/ wrath/ and lechery covetise/ and gluttony Slothful to do good Now frantic/ now stark wooed Should this man of such mode Rule the sword of might How can he do right For he will as soon smite His trende/ as his foe A proverb long a go ¶ Set up a wretch on high In a throne triumphantly Make him a great estate And he will play check mate with rial majesty Count himself as good as he A prelate potential To rule under Belly all As fierce and as cruel As the find of hell His servants many all He doth revile and brawl Like Mahounde in a play No man dare him with say He hath despite and scorn At them that be well borne He rebukes them and rails Ye horsons/ ye bassayles Ye knaves/ ye churls sons Ye rebads not worth two plums Ye raynbetyn beggars reiagged Ye recrayed ruffyns all ragged With stoop thou havell Rynne thou iavell Thou peevish pie pecked Thou lozel long necked Thus daily they be decked Taunted and checked That they are so woe They wots not whether to go No man dare come to the speech Of this gentle jacke breach Of what estate he be Of spiritual dignity Nor duke of high degree Nor Marquis/ earl/ nor lord Which shrewdly doth accord Thus he borne so base All noble men should out face His countenance like a kayser My lord is not at leisure Sir ye must tarry a stound Till better leisure be found And sir, ye must dance attendance And take patient sufferance For my lords grace Hath now no time nor space To speak with you/ as yet ¶ And thus they shall sit Choose them sit or flit Stand/ walk/ or ride And his leisure abide perchance half a year And yet never the near This dangerous dowsy peer Like a kings peer And within this. xvi. year He would have been right fain To have been a chaplain And have taken right great pain With a poor knight What soever he height The chief of his own counsel They can not well ●ell When they with him should mell He is so fierce and fell He rails and he ratis He calleth them doddy patis He grynnes and he gapis As it were jack napis Such a mad bedleme For to rule this ream It is a wonders case That the kings grace Is toward him so minded And so far blinded That he can not par●e ivy How he doth him disceaue I dow lest by Sorsery Or such other loselry As wychecraft/ or charming For he is the kings darling And his sweet heart rot And is governed by this mad ●ote For what is a man the better For the kings letter For he will tear it asunder Whereat moche I wonder How such a hoddy paul So boldly dare control And so malapertly withstand The kings own hand And setties not by it a mite He saith the king doth write And writeth he wottith not what And yet for all that The king his clemency Despensyth with his demensy ¶ But what his grace ●oth thi●e I have no pen nor ink That there with can mell. But w●le I can tell How Francis Petrarke That much noble clerk Writeth how charlemain Coude not himself refrain But was ravysht with a rage Of a like dotage But how that came about Reed ye the story out And ye shall find surely It was by ●ycromansy By characts and conjuration Under a certain constellation And a certain fumigation Under a stone on a gold ring Wrought to charlemain the king Which constrained him forcebly For to love a certain body Above all other inordinately This is no fable nor no lie At Acon it was brought to pa● As by mine auctor tried it was But le●mi nasters mathematical Tell you the rest/ for me they shall They have the full intelligence And dare use the experience In there obsolute consciens To practive such abolete sciens For I abhor to smatter Of one so devilish a matter But I will make further relation Of this Isagogical collation How master Gaguine the crownycler Of the feytis of war That were done in France Maketh remembrance How king Lewes of late Made up a great estate Of a poor wretched man Whereof much care began johannes Balua was his name Mine nuctor writeth the same Promoted was he To a cardinals dignity By Lewes the king a foresaid With him so weal apaid That he made him his chauncelar To make all/ or to mar And to rule as him list Till he cheked at the fist And again all reason committed open treason And against his lord sovereign Wherefore he suffered pain Was heeded/ drawn/ & quartered And died stynkingly martyred ¶ Lo yet for all that He ware a cardinals hat In him was small faith As mine auctor saith not for that I mean Such a casuelte should be seen Or such chance should fall Unto our cardinal All mighty god I trust Hath for hindyscust That of force he must Be faithful/ true/ and just To our most royal king Chief rote of his making Yet it is a wily mouse That can build his dwelling house With in the cats ear Withouten dread or fear It is a nice reckoning To put all the governing All the rule of this land In to one man's hand One wise man's heed May stand somewhat in stead But the wits of many wise Moche better can divide, By their circumspection And their sad dyrcection To cause the common weal Long to endure in heal Christ keep king Henry the eight From treachery and dysceyght And ●raunt him grace to know The falcon from the crow The wolf from the lamb From whence that mastyfe came Let him never con found The gentle grey hound Of this matter the ground Is easy to expound And soon may be perceived How the world is conveyed ¶ But hark my friend one word In earnest or in board Tell me now in this stead Is master mewta's deed The kings frenshe secretary And his untrue adversary For he sent in writing To France's the french king Of our masters counsel in everithing That was a perilous rekenyg ¶ Nay nay/ he is not deed But he was so pained in the heed That he shall never eat more bred Now he is gone to another stead wirh a bull under lead By way of commission To a strange iuris●ictyon Called Dymingis dale far by yond Portyngale And hath his pas port to pas Vltra sauromatas To the devil sir Sathanas To Pluto and sir Bellyall The devils vicar general And to his college conventual As well calodemonyall As to cacademonyall To purvey for our cardinal A palace pontifical To keep his court provincial Upon articles iudicyall To contend and to stryne For his prerogative With in that consistory To make summons peremptory Be fore some prothonetory Imperial or papal Upon this matter mystical I have told you part/ but not all Hereafter perchance I shall Make a larger memorial And a further rehearsal And more paper I think to blot To the court why I came not desiring you above all thing To keep you from laughing When ye fall to reading Of this wanton scroll And pray for mewta's soul For he is well past and gone That would god everichone Of his affinity Were gone as well as he Amen/ amen/ say ye Of your in ward charity. Amen. ¶ Of your inward charity. IT were great rewth For writing of truth Any man should be In perplexity Of displeasure For I make you sure Where troth is abhorred It is a plain record That there wanties grace In whose place Doth occupy Full ungraciously Falls flattery Falls terchery Falls bribery gentle Sym Sly With mad folly For who can bestlye He is best set by Than far well to the Welthfull felicity For prosperity Away than will lie Than must we agree With poverty For misery With penury miserably And wretchedly Hath made askrye And out cry Following the chase To drive away grace Yet sayest thou per case We can lack no grace For my lords grace And my lady's grace With trey duse ace And ace in the face Some hau●e and some base Some dance the trace Ever in one case Mark me that chase In the tennis play For sink quater trey Is a tall man He rod/ but we 〈◊〉 Hay the gye and the 'gan The grey goose is no swan The waters wax wan And beggars they ban And they cursed datan De tribu dan That this work began Palam/ et clam With Balak and Balam ¶ The golden ram Of fleming dam Sem/ japheth/ or came? But how come to pass Your cupboard that was Is turned to glass From silver to brass From gold to pewter Or else to a neuter To copper/ to tin To lead or/ alcumyn A goldsmith your mayre But the chief of your fair Might stand now by potters And such as sell trotters Pyrchars'/ potshordis This shrewdly accordis To be a copborde for lords My lord now and sir knight Good even and good night For now sir Trestram Ye must wear bukram Or canues of Cane For silks are wane Our royals that shone Our nobles are gone Among the burgonions And spaniards onions And the Flanderkyns Jill swetis and Cate spynnys They are happy that wynnys But England may well say Fie on this winning all way Now nothing/ but pay pay With laugh and lay down Borowgh/ city/ and town Good Spring of Lanam Must count what became Of his cloth making He is at such taking Though his purse wax dull He must tax for his wool By nature of a new writ My lords grace nameth it A quia non satisfacit In the spite of his tethe He must pay a gain Athousande or twain Of his gold in store And yet he paid before And hundred pound and more Which pincheth him sore My lords grace will bring Down this high Spring And bring it so low It shall not ever flow ¶ such a prelate I trow Were worthy to row Thorough the straights of Marock To the gibbet of Baldock He would dry up the streams Of ix kings realms All rivers and wells All waters that swellies For with us he so mellies That within England dwellies I would he were somewhere else For else by and by He will drink us so dry And suck us so nigh That men shall scantly Have penny or halfpenny God save his noble grace And grant him a place Endless to dwell With the devil of hell For and he were there We need never fear Of the fiends black For I under take He would so brag and crack That he would then make The devils to quake To shudder and to shake Like a fire drake And with a coal rake Brose them on a brake And bind them to astake And set hell on fire At his own desire He is such a grim sire And such a potestolate And such a potestate That he would break the brains Of Lucifers in his chains And rule them eachone In Lucyfers throne I would he were gone For among us is none That ruleth/ but he alone With out all good reason And all out of season For Folam peason With him be natgeson They growwe very rank Upon every bank Of his arbours green With my lady bright and sheen On their game it is seen They play not all clean And it be as I ween ¶ But as touching dystrectyon With sober direction He keepeth them in subjection They can have no protection To rule nor to guide But all must be tried And abide the correction Of his wilful affection For as for wit The devil speed whit But braynsyk and brainless witless and reckless Careless and shameless Thriftless and graceless together are bended And so condescended That the common wealth Shall never have good health But tattered and rugged Raggyd/ and rugged Shavyn and shorn And all thread bore worn Such greediness Such neediness My serablenesse With wretchedness Hath brought in distress And moche heaviness And great dolowre England the flower Of relucent honour In old commemoration Most royal english nation Now all is out of fashion Almost in desolation I speak by protestation God of his miseration Send better reformation Lo/ for to do shamefully He judgeth it no folly But to write of his shame He saith we are to blame What a ●renly is this No shame to do amiss And yet he is a shamed To be shamefully named And oft prech●ues be blamed Because they have proclaimed His madness by writing His simpleness resyting Remording and biting With chiding and with ●y●y●ge Showing him God's ●aw●s He calleth the preachers dawis ¶ And of holy scriptures saws He counteth them for gygawis And putteth them to silence And with 〈◊〉 of violence Like Ph●●●●, 〈◊〉 of grace Did Moses' so●e 〈◊〉 And Aron so●e ●e three The word of god to let This mammet in like wise Against the church doth rise The preacher he doth despise With crakyyge in such wise So bragging all with boast That no preacher almost Dare speak for his life Of my lords grace/ nor his wite For he hath such a bull He may take whom he will And as many as him lykys May eat pigs in lent for pikies After the sects of heretics For in lent he will et● All manner of flesh meet That he can any where get With other abusions great Whereof for to treat It would make the devil to sweet For all privileged places He breaks and defaces All placis of religion He hath them in derision And maketh such provision To drive them at division And finally in conclusion To bring them to confusion Saint Albon to record Whereof this ungracious lord Hath made himself abbot Against their wills god wots All this he doth deal Under strength of the great seal And by his legacy Which madly he doth apply Unto an extravagancy Piked out of all good law With reasons that been raw Yet when he took first his hat He said he knew what was what All justice he pretended All things should be a mended All wrongs he would redress All iniuris he would repress All periuris he would oppress And yet this graceless elf He is perjured himself As plainly it doth appear Who list to inquire In the regestry Of my lord of Cantorbury To whom he was professed In three points expressed The first to do him reverence The second to owe him obedynce The third with hole affection To be under his subi●ctyon But now hemaketh objection Under the protection Of the kings great seal That he setteth never a deal By his former oath Whether god be pleased or wroth He maketh so proud pretense That in his equipolens He ingyth him equivalent With god omnipotent But yet be ware the rod And the stroke of god, The apostyll Peter Had a poor my●er And a poor cope When he was create pope First in Antioch He did never approach Of Rome to the see Weth such dignity Saint Dunstane what was he Nothing he saith like to we There is a diversity between him and me We pass him in degree As legatus a latere Ecce sacerdos magnus That will head us and hang us And strcitly strangle us And he may fang us Decree and deecetall constitution provineyall Nor no law canonical Shall le● the priest pontifical To sit in causa sanguinis Now god amend that is a miss For I suppose that he is Of jeremy the whisking rod The flail/ the scourge Of almighty god This Naman Sirus So fell and so irous So full of maleucoly With a flap afore his eye Men ween that he is pocky Or else his surgeons they lie For as far as the can spy By the craft of surgery It is manus domini And yet this proud Antiochus He is so ambitious So elate/ and so vicious And so cruel hearted That he will not be converted For he setteth god a part He is now so overth wart And so pained with pangis That all his trust hangis In Balthasor/ which healed Domingos nose/ that was wheled That Lombard's nose mean I That standeth yet a wry It was not heeled alderbest It standeth somewhat on the west I mean Domyngo Lomelyn That was wont to win Moche money of the king At the cardies and haserding Balthasor y● healed domingos vose From the puskylde pocky pose Now with his gummies of araby Hath promised to hele our cardinals eye Yet sum surgeons put a doubt Lest he will put it clean out And make high lame of his neder limbs God send him sorrow for his sins Some men might ask a question By whose suggesty●n I took on hand this work Thus boldly for to bark And men list to hark And my words mark I will answer like a clerk's For truly and unfeigned I am forcebly constrained At Iwynals' request To write of this glorious gest Of this vain glorious best His fame to be encrest At every solemn feest Quia difficile est Satiram non scribere? Now master doctor/ how say y● What soever your name be What though ye be nameless Ye, shall not escape blameless Nor yet shall scape shameless Master doctor in your degree yourself madly ye over see Blame Iwinall & blame not me Master doctor diricum Omne/ animi vicium● etc. As Iuuinall doth record A small default in a great lord A little crime in a great estate Is moche more inordinate And more horrible to behold Than any other a thousand fold Ye put to blame ye wots near whom Ye may wear a cocks come your fond head in your furred hood Hold ye your tongue ye can no good And at more conuenye●t time I may fortune for to rhyme Some what of your madness For small is your sadness To put any man in lack And say ill be●ynde his back And my words mark truly That ye can n●t bide thereby For Smigma non est sinamomun But de absentibus nil ni●i bonum Complain or do what ye will Of your complaint it shall not skill This is the tenor of my bill A daucock ye be/ & so shallbe still. ¶ Sequitur epitoma de morbilloso Thoma Nec nonobscend de poliphemo. etc. ●Orro perbelle dissimulatum Illun pādulphū tantum legatum Tam formidatum nuper prelatum Ceu/ Naman sirsinu●e elongatum Insolitudine iam commoratum Nrapolitano morbo gravatum Malagmate/ Cataplasmatistat● Pharmacapoli ferro foratum Nihilo magis alleniatum Nihilo melius aut medicatum Relictis famulis ad famulatum Quo tollatur infamia Sed maior patet insania A modo ergo Ganea Abhoreat ille Ganeus Dominus male Creticus Aptius Dictus Tetricus Phanaticus freneticus Graphicus sicut Metricus ●utumat, HOc genus dictaminis Non egit examinis In cen●iloquio nec centimetro Honorati Graminatici Mauri. ¶ Decasticon virulentum in galeratum/ Licaonta marinum●. etc. PRoghdolor/ e●●e mar● lupus et nequissimus. ursus Carnificis vitulus Britonum●● bubulcus iniquus Conflatus/ vitulus● vel Oreb/ vel Salmana/ velzeb. Carduus/ et erudelis Asaph que Datan reprobatus Blandus et Acchitiphel/ regis scelus omne Britannum Ecclesias/ qui namque Thomas confundit ubique Non sacer iste/ Thomas/ said duro cord/ Goleas Quem gestat Mulus sathane cacet (obsecro ●culus Fundens Aspaltum (precor hunc versum lege cautum) Asperius nichll est misero quum surget in altum. ¶ Apostropha an Londini cives (citanto mulum a●ino aureo gale rato) in occursum aguile. etc. EXitat eu ●sious mulum (mirabile/ visu) Calcibus: O vestro cives occurite Asello. Qui regnum reg●●● regit qui vestra 〈◊〉 Predia divitias/ 〈◊〉 gasas spoli●nd●. ¶ Dirit, alludens/ i●mo ill●●dēs ●odo●ā de 〈…〉 to gale●●t●● xxxii●●. Hec vates ille 〈…〉 mill ¶ Imprinted at london by me Richard keel dwellig in the poultry at the long shop under saint myldredes church.