To goodman Chapels supplication.  

HArry who ball hark, mast Camel hath yzeene  
Thy vengeance zory bill, and thompes the as I ween,  
And is by Christ full zad, that thou comest out so late,  
Thou mightest have had a place vor Pekehorn at his gate  
But vortune friended not, chote it very well,  
The more hard hap thou hadst, ich do the plainly tell.  
Vor zure charred him swear, by gog's dign dainty bones,  
Thou shoods be new ishod, to trample these old stones,  
And westwards shodst have zit, for blearing of thine eyes.  
Vor zommer now a teowes, will hurt the zore with flies,  
But he no nyggon is, a will vorde the a flap,  
Thou shalt have a voxtayle man, to put upon thy cap,  
And god's benison to, though churchyard tie him short,  
Churchard wears a bell ats tail to make his friends sport,  
And Camel chops holy water, for churchyard & for thee,  
Vor he will to you both, a holy chaplain be.  
And if a vittin not, ere two days be ago,  
He will you sprinkle both, as varre as I do know.  
Tis a vengeance beast, and big to bear you all,  
And if you zit not vast, bum faith, map to fall.   
Thomas Camel.   

Imprinted at London by Henry Sutton.