¶ A free admonition without any fees/ To warn the Papists to beware of three trees.  

IF that you be not past all grace,  
O Papystes hear me speak,  
Let reason rule, and truth take place,  
Crase you from that you seek.  
Can you God or his word deface?  
Can you the truth withstand?  
Can you our noble Queen displace,  
And yet live in England?   

Take heed beware the devil is a knave  
He will you sure beguile:  
Incruelty he would you have  
To screw him here awhile.  
With lying and hypocrisy,  
His kingdom to maintain:  
Contemning truth and equity,  
This is his subtle train.   

Let cursed Cain example be,  
That slew Abel his brother:  
Whom neither God with Majesty,  
Can move to leave his murder  
Nor yet the godly life of him,  
That gave him none offence,  
Till he had heaped up his sin,  
In practesing his pretence.   

Let Core and Dathan come from hell  
Where now they do remain,  
That they their minds at length maitel  
Wherefore they there remain.  
Namely, for that they did rebel,  
And would not be persuaded,  
But would be Lords in Israel,  
Till hell had them devoured.   

What could make Absalon meek & tame  
And to desist from rage?  
His father David's worthy fame,  
Or yet his counsel sage?  
Not, not, these things will not prevail  
With him that fears not God,  
The force of doctrine there doth fail,  
Till God strike with his rod.   

And as the Devil in these did rage,  
To work his wicked will,  
That nothing could their fury suage  
Till they did it fuifyl.  
So that the law of God and Man,  
They sought to overthrow,  
Even so of late I truly can  
The like unto you show.   

When King Edward of worthy fame  
Had Antichrist put down,  
And to the glory of God's name,  
Had placed truth in her room:  
The denshire dolts like Rebels rank,  
In rusty armour ranged,  
But hanged were some, their carrions stanck,  
The world was quickly changed.   

And then did Ket the tanner stout  
In Norfolk play his part,  
Assembling such his Rebel's rout,  
That Innocents might smart.  
But hanged he was, this was his end,  
And so end all the sort,  
That Rebels are, and will not mend,  
A rope be their comfort.   

Such blessings as the Nortons had,  
And such as Felton found,  
God sand them all that are so bad  
With heels to bless the ground.  
If that you like not for to have,  
This blessing in a rope,  
Leave of you Rebels for to rave  
And curse your Dad the Pope.   

Which makes you often such Crows to pull  
Then leaves you in the mire,  
In sending you to such a Bull,  
This is but simple hire.  
Behold the end of this attempt  
That last here was begun,  
Lo God your doing doth prevent,  
The Rebel's race to run.   

Since God by grace doth guide his flock  
That none can them annoy,  
If you be grafted in this stock,  
He will you not destroy.  
Fear God, flee sin, the truth embrace,  
And seek your Prince to please,  
Obey the laws and call for grace,  
So shall you live at peace.   
God save our Queen Elizabeth. qd G. B.  
EINIS.   

¶ Imprinted at London by john Awdely, for Henry Kirkham, dwelling at the middle North door of Paul's, at the sign of the black Boy. The. xy. of December. 1571.