¶ A Farewell cauld, Churcheyeards, round. From the Court to the Country ground.  

IN Court if Largies be  
why part I thence so bare  
if Lords were frank & free  
some dradg would Lordings spare  
To him whose tongue and pen  
Might show in every cost  
The worthiness of men,  
And who desaruythe most.   

Full lyttill may be got  
Where hungry drops do fall  
Where all goes to the pot  
The kitchine feeze are small  
The Bird can spare no plumes  
That feathers gay would have  
The Courttyer all consumes  
who makes him self so brave   

No no here lies in deed  
The pad within the straw  
For each man pledithe need  
And he is held a daw,  
That gives to such as want  
And thinks him self in lack  
This makes the world so scant  
And tournythe all to wrack.   

For fryndshype cowlde as Ice  
I waited long and late  
And glad to play the vice  
To pleasure each estate  
And ever did I hope  
To hit my wysshyd mark  
yet lo I did but grope  
For gnats within the dark   

Perhaps the frost hath nipped  
Each Noble liberal hand  
Or ellse a way is skypte  
In to sum other lannde  
God send a thaw a gain  
And ships draw home as fast  
That poor men for their pain  
May find sum wealth at last   

I sought the Prince to serve  
As all our duties is  
And hope I did deserve  
A greater suit than this,  
But days and weeks are spent  
And worn my coats full thine  
And all my yearly rent  
yet found no grace therein.   

No Monstoure sure I am  
Nor fowlle deformed thing,  
No sheep nor sucking lame  
More lick to serve a King,  
As shall both hand and heart  
At length my witness be,  
When proof in any part  
Shall be requyrde of me.   

Had I but found a wight  
In Court when I was there,  
The Lady Sidney hight  
All changed had been this gear,  
what hap had I to sue  
Where no such help is found,  
O dames it blush not you  
Thought she in grace a bound,   

Now from the Court to cart  
My horse and I must pace,  
Who hath the meryst heart  
Who is in better case  
My horse or I, God knows,  
The one must bear his charge  
The other where he goes  
Must pourely live at large.   
Finis.  
quod, T. Churcheyeard.   

Imprinted at London in Fletestrte at the Falcon, over against S. Dunston's Church, by William Gryffith.  

GEMINI.