¶ camels rejoinder, to Churchyard.  
To Churchyard or Mamnaring, or for lack of a name:  
To Dicar the dreamer, if you know the same.  

May a man be so bold (an order to keep:)  
To bid you good morrow, now after your sleep?  
If I may be so saucy, and make no mistaking:  
God speed master Dreamer, if you be waking.  
But Dreamer or Dicar, or as you say Davy:  
Which shall I now call you▪ as our Lord save ye?  
Three names are to many▪ for one man alone: 
He hath .v. 

Dreamer.  
Dicar.  
David.  
Mannaring.  
Churchyard.     
And two more makes five, for failing of one.  
If you had two other▪ that men might you seek:  
Then had you a name, for each day in the week.  
But no man doth doubt▪ that so sundry names:  
Should have other looming, than out of good frames.  
And therefore I think, they come every eachone:  
Out of some old house▪ though the posts begun.  
Or else kept in memory, for that they were found:  
In some old stock, in some noble man's ground.  
And so do remain▪ for mind of your ancestry:  
As Syb to Sybbel, sibbes very properly.  
So Jermaines lips joined, & so M. Churchyard:  
And Mannaring met, both in an Orchard. 
Ask him where he named himself Lord Mannaring, and how he used it.   
And David the Dicar, came in with his spade:  
And dolve up the Dreamer, till the line was made.  
And thus perconsequence▪ sins your writing doth 'gree it:  
Your name for my part: David Dreamer be it.  
And good M. dreamer, your reason long sought for  
Hath cumbered your capax, I see very sore.  
Snap of the case, and young and hot blood:  
Have all to be fumed you, and moved your mood  
That danger it were, in you of a feever:  
If heat and collar▪ should cuple together.  
But thanks be to God, a vomit hath rid:  
A culpin of collops, far inwardly hid.  
And now that your reason, hath fair brought it fourth  
It is a fair reason▪ and a reason well worth. 
Parturiunt montes. Nascetur ridiculus mus.   
And first you reply▪ to mine objection:  
With words of pleasure, as a man of correction.  
Whereby you would seem, a learned man of art:  
And yet Master Mome, you are out of your part. 
Churchards aunsware doth but rail.   
For as your answer, doth but talk and tumble:  
So you answer not me, but rail out and rumble.  
And yet had you marked▪ my then to your when:  
I no more faulted you, than I did other men.  
I mean mad raungers, that so range at large:  
To meddle with matters, not joined to their charge.  
And such men I bade, as than I bade you:  
To send such whence home, their vicar unto.  
And leave dreaming dreams, to busi mens brains:  
With needles matters, and as thankeles pains.  
And this little needed, to have nettled your noddy:  
If you were (as you would be) some pretty wise body.  
But you will choplogicke, and be Bee to buss: 
churchyard will be the bussinge be.   
But good Master Busserd, be good yet to us.  
And tell me in truth, and lie no whit then:  
Have not I touched, no part of your when?  
If you still dream not, as you do yet:  
I trow I have touched, your when every whit.  
I need not to bid you, turn my text again:  
But take your own text, to answer your brain.  
I touch not one point, that you wrote you say: 
His replication.   
And yet you call me, a Daniel straightway.  
Lo how these two now, agree in themselves:  
They both shame their master, these ii elvish elves.  
If you give me a name without an effect:  
your mastership's brain, is madly infect.  
And foul overshot, to bring two for witness:  
Which are in themselves, clean contraries I guess  
But if my first answer▪ do seem such a mystery:  
That you see not your when, there answered already.  
Then to awake you, and raise you from sleep.  
Good Master Dreamer, mark this & take keep.  
your when hath in it, a meaning of who say, 
His when.   
Which rightly to mean, is thus meant I say:  
That when those things be, which these days be not  
Then knit you your then up, in such sort as you wots  
But whom you accuse▪ in whenning so large.  
I mean not to open, nor put to your charge.  
But way with yourself, and sober your brains:  
And defend not a when, might put you to pains▪  
I could perchance, make your when larger.  
And serve it before you▪ as broad as a charger,  
And point you your when, by line and by Level.  
Against Jupiter's seat, and Jupiter's Counsel.  
But I list not so narrow, to look to your whanning  
Nor make to your whanning, so open a scanning  
You bid me not slander you, I slander you not.  
If yourself hurt you▪ your own is the spot.  
You ascribe to me, the manners of Gnato.  
Full clarkelye applied good master Thraso.  
A title as meet, they say that do know me.  
As your title of dream, to the matter of davy.  
But vices in stage plays, when their matter is gone  
They laugh out the rest, to the lookers on.  
And so wanting matter, you bring in my coat.  
In faith master dreamer, I borrowed it not.  
though I have heard, that good fellows and so.  
Not you (goddess forbade) in borrowed gear go, 
Graculus ornatus est Plumis Pavonis   
But when every foul, hath pulled home his feather  
The soul and the body▪ may then dwell together  
And make a right summer man, to let in the heat  
For clothes in hot wether, do but make men sweat  
Which you sir perchance, ere summer come out:  
Will ule for a medicine, in travailing about,  
And colour the matter, with a title of season:  
As doubtless your mastership, hath very good reason  
By which all that know you, will think you well able  
To thrust a poor Camel, to lurk in some stable.  
And doubtless if dreaming, may any thing speed,  
I know David dreamer, will do it in deed.  
But though I have heard, a Lion oft roar,  
I never heard ass, so roar out before,  
With bitings & bridelling, and raining of necks  
O fine master ass, how sharp be your checks. 
Churchard is a fine ass.   
You threaten to bit me, to trim me and trick me:  
Wehe master ass, what, will you needs kick me.  
camels and asses, be both meet for burden.  
Then gip fellow ass, then lost fellow lurden.  
No nearer my buttock, lost jade are you winsing?  
It is merry to see, master ass fall to mincing▪  
Did you never here tell of the ass trapped in gold? 
De Asino aureo. The french alms, perchance hath altered him.   
Lo master asenoll, lo do as you should.  
you say I know you not, and yet as I trow:  
you cast your old coat, a great while a go.  
But if I mistake you, for that a new springe,  
Hath wrought as a workman, to give you a new skin  
And that I may not, now know you by ear mark  
Then for a more knowledge▪ to know you in dark 
The ass would have a Bell to be known up   
tie a Bell at your tail, to make some tinging.  
And there goes the ass (I shall say) by the ringing.  
But whether I know you, or else do not know:  
Thus much I know▪ and am certain I trow:  
An ass binds no camels, though he bray near so loud  
Robin hood so showed me, out of a cloud. 
Churchards poets. Robin hood Sir Lancelot & Bevis. Qualia vis metere: talia grava sere.   
And when asses forget, to know what they are,  
Sir Lancelot then bids, to nip them more nar,  
And Bevis of Hampton, whose clergy I know:  
Bids me serve you▪ with the same seed you sow.  
And not to contend▪ for the asses shadow.  
Whose shadow I leave you, and body also.  
And thus▪ M dreamer▪ your folli hath brought me  
To follow you further, than first I bethought me  
Being much sorry▪ my pen so to spend.  
To answer your follies▪ and thus lo I end.   
Domine saluum fac Regem & da pacem in diebus nostris. Thomas Camel,   

¶ Imprinted at London by Harry Sutton, dwelling in Paul's churchyard.