Steven Steple to mast Camel▪  

REst ye merry vayre zyr, I trow ye be mast Camel.  
ichan on message to you zent, vrom goodman Geffrai Chapel  
A hate ye zent a bottle a hay, and bad command ma tie ye,  
And vorde ding he spoke ye to, a prayed ye that ye would hy ye,  
And zuch kind daintrels as a had, zum draf he hate ye zent,  
A zyerd ye vor to gnab deron, vor der is no better in Rent,  
'tis good and zoote & alzo new. to mend your zyckysh brain  
Vor we'll a zeete ye ha' great stud, & zet yourself to pain,  
Him uraid yer wits would zore ye veil, ye begin to rave so zone,  
A dynkte ye will be mad, all out, bevore dat May be done:  
And much he merueilt that ye would, so chorlshly to vin wright,  
And that ye zent 'em such an Anser, that zounded noding right  
To Harry Hoball zyr ye wrote, as pearit in your letter,  
zwap yer speckles up se nase, and look about ye better,  
And Anser Geffray Chapel zyr, that took ye the zupplication,  
Vor his name is not Harry whobal, ich zwear by god's zavation  
How zay ye now yore speckles be on, can ye vorstande his bill,  
ych ween a treat ye (zereverence a you) to do Churchard no ill  
And her cha brought your bill again, corrupt it or ich go,  
Vor vend gods vorbod man I zedge, to let it go vorth so:  
But well ich zee your brain is dick, your wits be curstly vexed,  
Prey God ye be not zyde your zelf, ere be to morrow next:  
Deruore go couch and sleep a now, and dan come to your part,  
And dyte a wiser ding  dat, or all is not wort a vart.   

Now ych ha' mine arnde a do,  
Chud ha' ye your head to heed a  
And ve good master Churchard to,  
And so God be your spread a.    

Imprinted by Richard Lant.