¶ A supplication unto mast Camel,  

PLease it your maship, good mast Camel,  
To hear a poor man, his tale for to tell,  
And though you be, a man of great debility,  
Deny not to hear, a man of low ability,  
And I sire you, to take it, for no presmountation,  
For each ha be brought up, after unrude fashion:  
Sir, now Ihill show ye, the matter and the case,  
why I'm come to speak you, and like your fair face,  
There is one churchyard, that hath you spleasar done,  
And ych am come to sire ye, to be good master tone,  
But 'twas unleudly do, and after an homely sort,  
So fair a beast as you ben, to tyen up so short:  
I pray you holden scused, 'twas but, for lack of nourter,  
For I'm sure, hannot been, past. seven or. viii. yet a courter  
'twas but blockshly y do, of one so unbase as he,  
To spout with such a gemman, of so high a peti degree:  
Yer of a sturdy stock, for your father near raised his farms  
Nor near sold his lands: for each herd an hazard of arms  
Blaze all the aunciall proditours, of your old axeltrie,  
which come from old housen, of much inpossibilitie,  
And many upstaunciall men, were brouded in that nest,  
But your mother in her arms (he said) bore a big best:  
Beseech ye good mast Camel, give over & leave your fume  
& I'll be bound that Churchard shan no more so parsume  
But if he be so sedgious, to written an other, when,  
Bum faith Ihill treat no more, do withen what ye can.  
Your daily Bellman, at your mandment, Good man Gefferay Chapel, of whipstable.    

Imprinted by Richard Lant.