¶ An artificial Apology, articulerlye answering to the obstreperous Obgannynges of one W. G. Euometyd to the vituperation of the triumphant trolling Thomas smith. Repercussed by the right redolent & rotounde rhetorician R. Smyth P. with annotations of the mellifluous and mystical Master Mynterne, marked in the mergent for the enucliation of certain obscure obelisques, to th'end that the imprudent lector should not tytubate or hallucinate in the labyrinths of this lucubratiuncle.  

Moved with mercy, by pity provoked  
Of duty I am driven, somewhat for to write  
In defence of one, whom I see sore boked 
Pietas in potentes.   
And sore assaulted, to be beaten from the right  
But if I live, some of them shallbe smoked  
His part will I take with all my power & might. 
Ot decet hetetioos.    

My heart doth bleed, to see my friend thus dressed  
So that my pen will write, though I say nay  
I 'gainst this brothyshe grey, this bitter biting beast  
That seeketh nothing else, but for to pull away  
The good name and fame, of one that is honest  
And full of literature, as all that love him say 
Alii, aliter.    

Master Thomas smith, his name need not be hid  
Whom to see so handled, I have great remorse  
For the stocks sake, of which he is descended  
He cometh of the smith, that shed saint George's horse  
By right dessent, it may not be denied  
But if any would, it shall not greatly force. 
Zans generis.    

Who made this bagnrde so bold, this gresely grey  
Or what heart hath he, that he thus assails  
Our smiths, if S. George's horse were a live I say  
He dorst even as well have eaten both his nails  
But though he be gone, all beasts be not away  
I could say more, but he doth nought that rails. 
Dinsi● a●… c.    

Betwixt the smiths & grays, no doubt there is great odds  
Look in vitas patrum, I say thou wilful wag  
How smiths have been bishops, saints & almost gods  
Record of sweet saint Loye, that holp a cloyed nag 
Witatulum.   
Mulcant was god & smith, whose curse light on thy cods  
Why then with us smiths, art thou so bold to brag   

Mark this malicious, and sore biting broach  
Because master smith, called him these in sport  
Speaking it but merely, I dare say in mock 
In bono ioco.   
How lewdly of him, he hath made report  
But say what thou canst, he did it not by cock  
For by saint tankard, he is none of that sort. 
Nota ꝙ non potest portate setuisiam.    

The money & the woman, wherewith thou dost him charge  
He may full well avoid, it is no great thing  
God save the king, a pardon doth discharge 
Misericordias ●n̄i ineternum cantabo. Id est cibus pro pauperibus d●… nou● porto.   
more things then that, which else might hap to bring  
Both him and you, but scant to walk at large  
Within an iron grate, your Christmas song to sing   

As for the woman, alas it was no wonder  
She was a whore, and he hath such a charm 
A spiritu fornicationis etc.   
If she be arrant, to bring her shortly under  
And yet I promise you, he doth them little harm  
But brings them to his house, where they part not asunder  
He covereth her, he colleth her & keeps her good and Warm. 
Amor vincit ola.    

And forsooth full well, toward his old days  
Ye pointed him a place, to be in the stable  
But he never dressed horse, as he himself sayca 
We hoc doctores dubicant.   
Wherefore for that room, he is nothing able  
His living he must seek, by some other ways  
Well enough I warrant you, without hood or babble   

If he had no master, ner none would him take  
Scant into the stable, yet ere it were long  
He hath so many friends, thou sayest would shift make  
To promote him to the scouring, of some good man's gonge 
Melior est amicos in curin, quam denatius in bursa.   
Thou art to spiteful, and I for anger shake  
To see how thou dost, this poor man so much wrong.   

Ye call him papist, because ye see him work  
In all he doth or saith, by doctors and decrees  
Of our old ancient mother holy church  
And for because, he doth defend their dignities 
Distingus de eccles●….   
Like a sort of lorrelles, you would him give a lurch  
His credit and his fame, to cause him for to lose.   

Our smith can forge, and fetely fabrycate 
Qnod natuta debit, nemo collere potest.   
A million of mentyres, in less than half a day  
Look in all his works which are consolidate  
Like a witty man, daw canst thou say nay?  
In such an honest forge, lo he was educate  
And such his bringing up, his craft cannot decay 
Experientia decet.    

And yet this biting brock, says he is unworthy 
De homini illi per quem scandaliun venit.   
To be a parish clerk, God give the woe and care  
But yer he come thereto, we trust to see the lie  
asking for gods sake, in poverty full bore  
Wilt thou pair with our smith, ah pilled prating pie 
Per syn●open quasi dicitur compare.   
Well do not so I advise you, I council you beware.   

It willbe a good while or you master gray  
Have such qualylytes as master Smyth hath 
Nota donum linguatum.   
He speaketh even as good french, I dare well say  
As any Popengay, between this and bathe  
Crack me that nut, nay fie I pray you away  
Meddle not withal, lest that it doth, you scathe.   

Sir he hath been in Paris, far beyond the see 
Didit plus qu●… mandneam●… per etc.   
where thou durst never, yet peep out of thy door  
And I myself, did here him once say  
With so starne a look, Dieu vous donc bon iour  
That ever sense, I thought him right well worthy  
To have the little room, within the kings toute   

Hercules was stronger, than any of the gray's  
Yet was he not able to manche with two at once  
Beware I say thou brock and shortly walk thy ways 
Waree ei 〈◊〉, nihil eni sunt dicscius.   
For we be many smiths, and if we catch the once  
We will find the means, to shorten thy good days  
And in our flaming forge, we will burn the flesh & bones.   

Becant therefore betime, lest we the momorde 
Bonum cō●…lium.   
And beat the with our hands, as iron the stith  
Causing the for ever, to be a good record  
How any man hereafter doth rail upon a smith 
Cavete a fabris quoruam multi.   
Thy fame we shall pollute, for sowing such discord  
Maugre all their hearts, that be displeased therewith.   

I warrant you this grey, hath little good manner  
To call master smith, bedlam and lunatycke  
What though he be goggle eyed, and tawny as atanner 
Nota ꝙ chole, rici sunt itacsidia ●m Auio●. c. viii.   
It is but his compleceyon, swart and collerycke  
But sithen that he doth fight, under holy churches banner  
His libels are allowed, for good and catholic.   

And though he be a smith, by face and eke of name  
Yet to God and the king, the man may be wellwylled  
For was not there a smith that proper feats did frame  
The chronicles make mention, whoso them well behylde  
Report me to the black smith, a man of worthy fame 
In memoria ete● na erit instus.   
How many at his commandment, had he at blackheth field.   

Now for that smith, & all smiths that mean as he did mean 
v. Pater noster. v. Ane Maria. unum Cred●…●…n De profundis.   
Or that against God and our king, ought conspire or say  
That such of there offences, may be confessed clean  
And just reward to take, this prayer will I pray  
And also that all other, that to their sects do lean  
May trudge with them for company, to anger William gray.   

Thus forced by friendship, and likeness of name  
I have compiled this brief apology 
Quia sunt de uno cognoic.   
Propungning therein smiths, and their honest fame  
And their vylependers, to shame and turpefye  
Imploring, that Lord, that forged the frame 
〈◊〉 author ●otu ●at ī●ethori●…s.   
Of fire and water, of earth and of sky.   

To preserve King Henry that prince potential  
And Katherine our queen of courtesy the flower  
With Edward our prince, that imp imperial  
In health, in wealth, in riches, in honour,  
And to conserve the counsel heroical  
To pavyse the people by prudencyall power.   
God save the King.   

¶ Imprinted at London by richard Banks. Cum privilegio ad imprimendum solum. And be to sell in Pater noster row, at the sign of the Rose.