THE first part of Churchyards Chips, containing twelve several Labours.  
Devised and published, only by Thomas Churchyard Gentleman.  
Imprinted at London in Fletestreate near unto Saint Dunston's Church by Thomas Marsh.  
1575. Cum Privilegio.   

THE CONTENTS OF THIS BOOK.  
1. THE siege of Leeth. 
Fol. 1  2. A farewell to the world. 
13.  3. A feigned fancy of the Spider and the Gout 
18.  4. A dollfull discourse of a Lady and a Knight 
27.  5. The Road into Scotland, by sir William Druery knight. 
34  6. Sir Simond Burleigh tragedy. 
46  7. A tragical discourse of the unhappy man's life 
57  8. A discourse of virtue 
70.  9 Churchyeards dream 
73.  10. A tale of a Friar and a Shumakers' wife. 
84.  11. The siege of Edenbrough castle. 
93  12. The whole order of the receiving of the Queen's Majesty into Bristol. 
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TO THE RIGHT worshipful his tried and worthy friend, Master Christofor Hatton Esquire, Captain of the Queen's majesties Guard, and Gentleman of her highness privy Chamber.  
THe long liking and good will with the fast friendship I find in you (good master Hatton) procures my pen presently to perform that I promised, no small time since, touching a book of all my English verses in mitre. The offer whereof came from myself, not for the goodness of the matter, but for the parfitnesse of the person to whom I meant to dedicated my work. And albeit your valeur may not be seen in so simple a glass, yet I hope this my works shall not hinder your deserved renown, nor breed occasion to mislike my unbridled boldness. And for that from my head, hand and pen, can flow no far fatched eloquence, nor sweet sprinkling speeches (seasoned with spiced terms) I call my works Churchyards Chips, the basnes whereof can beguiled no man with better opinion, than the substance itself doth import, and in deed if any other tietle had been given to my trifles, than the proper name of chips, men might have hoped for graver matter than the natuer of my verses can produce. Wherefore I prepared a title answerable to the weight of the work, misdoubting not but that you will of courtesy behold what blaes of good will these my Chips will utter to the world. Assuring myself and my friends, that herein is no kind of spark, neither hurtful nor uncomely. But as the world may judge, among many chips may be sundry woods, so the worst of them all makes but a crack, consumes with the coals, and turneth unto cinders. What fire can be made where neither smoek can be seen, nor hissing of sticks may be hard? And yet those two properties agreed in the end to one flame, effect and purpose. I writ of several things, whose sundry foundations might lead me to divers subjects, but each of them in deed serveth to one man's cogitation and dutiful dealing towards God and my country. And none of them hath any humour or disease, but such as every body may broken, digest, and embrace, (bearing any grain of favour to the wrytter) which I hope makes the readier passage to that which I caused to be Printed. My first book hath but few things in it, but such variety of matter as shall breed to the Reader rather pleasure than painfulness. And the second shall contain a number of things I trust of no less pastime and commodity, weighing mirrely the meaning of my Imaginations. Thus making my choice of a sufficient patroen, for a far better work than my cunning can perform, (and creeping under the target of your protection) I weighed you no further in reading of this my plain Epistle, committing to the Almighty, your worship, good naem, and most desired felicity, with increase of wished fortune.  
Yours in all at commandment Thomas Churchyard Gentleman.   

To the despisers of other men's works that shoes nothing of their own.  

IF well you judge of my good will,  
you yield me my deserts:  
If that with frowns and scornful locks,  
you shoe your hollow hearts.   

(And by disdain disgrace his Verse,  
that doth the best he can:)  
You do not well to hinder so,  
the works of any man.   

For look what measure you do meet,  
the same ye shall receive:  
When from the loem of your device,  
like web of cloeth you weave.   

But if you lead an idle life,  
and father near a child:  
You are as bad as barren ground,  
and so the world beguiled.   


☞  The loekar on of table play,  
finds many faults in deed:  
(And with conceits of this and that,  
he doth his fancy feed)   

But bid him play a gaem himself.  
and than perhaps he will:  
Mistress some good point by over sight,  
and loes his money still.   

A man that builds a pretty house,  
in sweet and wholesome air:  
(With goodly rowms and choice of place,  
and windows large and fair.)   

Shall here his neighbour straight disprayes,  
the seat and eek the fraem:  
Yet he that praets wants wealth and wit,  
and cannot mend the seam.   

What needs more words to waest my wound,  
about these busy brains:  
That powlts and swells at others toils,  
and take themselves no pains.   

The best is though small goodness be,  
in these baer chips of mien:  
My hatchet hewed them all in deed,  
where they be gross or fien.   

And when that theas have made a blaes,  
and been in world a whiel:  
A bigger basket will I bring,  
to make you worldlings smiel.   

And whether theas you like or Noah,  
the rest aer near the stamp:  
Which if you pleas to fling in fire,  
will born as clear as lamp.   

Thus faerwell friends or flyring foes,  
I know not how to fawn:  
I mean to see you on's again,  
so leave my book for pawn.   
Aduc.   

THE SIEGE OF Leeth, more aptly called the school of war, (the Lord Grace of Wiltton general thereof) in the second year of the reign of our sovereign Lady Queen Elizabeth. Anno. 1560.  

AS March did end, so Mars began his reign,  
Whose men I see, to bloody wars were bent  
From Barwick walls, they marched throw the plain  
With banner splayed, with carriage haell and tent,  
All fit for wars, to Leeth this army went,  
And as I know, the number was so small,  
Six thousand and, five hundredth men were all.   

And most of those, not trained for the field  
Moore raw than ripe, unready out of use:  
And some men say, each leader was not skilled,  
But what of that? I writ not of abuse  
If faults there were, I aught to make excuse:  
First do we creep and after learn to go,  
All hits not white, that shooteth in the bow.   

Among these men, were soldiers of each force  
Both old & young, what should there more be said?  
And some that sought, to get a good report  
To haunt the wars, did hold them well paid:  
Of Cannon shot, they seldom stood afraid  
They known the crack, and horling in the ear  
Was half the harm, and most of all the fear.   

Such men declared, they had a debt to pay,  
And still they wished, in country's cause to die,  
They praised that man, that served his prince a day  
They were a fear, unto the enemies eye,  
They beautified, their bands with bravery:  
They bore the blows, and brought the younglings on.  
And gave the charge, when others lokt upon▪   

As erst I said, this camp so furnished out  
Lord Grace the chief, Lord Skrope the Marshal than  
Of knights and squires, if here I went about  
To show their names, as if I list I can,  
Time should I lose, and weary many a man  
To read their styles, wherefore your leave I crave  
To writ such things, as in my head I have.   

The manner thus, before Dumbar they passed  

A Skirmish at Dumbar.  Where issued out, the French a silly band  
On horse and foot, and not requiring fast  
To take me thought, the skirmishing in hand:  
And thus a while, both parties still did stand.  
Till cankered hate, had kindled malice new,  
And bad our men, in field their foes pursue.   

But in the end, a few were hurt or slain  
They driven in, and none that skirmish would,  
The camp marched throw, & did no while remain  
Before Dumbar, the troth thereof is told:  
The rest my pen, shall soon to you unfold  
So that you do, my tale in order mark  
And as you aught, give credit to my work.   

At length in sight of Leeth our army priest  
I had forgot, how they the Scots Lords met  
Who brought with them, two Thousand men at lest  
Few more I guess, that were in order set  
But still in hope, a greater power to get  
They put us in, So thus we joined in on  
I may not long, this matter rest upon.   

But as I said, when sight of Leeth we had  
Like as the Boar, his brissels gins to shake  
When he is chafed, and fares as he were mad:  
Or as the Wolf, that newly is awake  
In fury runs, the silly sheep to take  
So did our men, the French full fast pursue  
Where soon was seen, the wars began a new.   

They had no mind, on peace proclaimed in Cheap  
The league was brook, they thought in London made  
Out goes the Pikes, the soldiers ran in heap  
The scabbards falls, and forth was drawn the shoulder-blade  
Some shotes apace, the others charged and lad  
But ere the heat, of this great skirmish grew  
The Dowager, with trumpet took a true.   

This stay of war, made many men to muse  
How be it was, devised of their Queen  
Some say by craft, our Captains to abuse  
And so it proud, none other as I ween:  
For here and there, the Frenchmen lay unseen  
As though were meant, no harm on either side  
As fire lies hide, until the smoke be spied.   

Our Camp came on, and sought their tents to pitch  
The French drawn near, to view our manner throw  
Whereat Lord Grace, was discontented mitch  
And sent them word, they should retire them now:  
Wherefore (qd they,) we understand not how  
We should give place, or any way be bound  
To part from hence, and leave our masters ground.   

Yees (qd my Lord) were not for promise' sake  
Of truce a while, we should not reason long:  

Under the pretence of peace they shot in o●● faces.  Full stoutly than, the French in braury spoke  
Do what you dare, we will not take a wrong  
Wherewith in haste, they sang us such a song  
With curriar shot, that had not hap been good,  
They had soon shed, some of our worthist blood.   

For as our chief, and leaders of the field  
In danger stood, under the league we had,  
They used such wars, as have been seen but ●ield  
Full in our face, they shot as they were mad:  
A trick of France, a bloody part to bad  
But as God would, the scathe they did was small  

One mcclaine at the 〈◊〉.  It was but one▪ on whom the harm did fale.   

Our rage was great, our bloods began to rise  
Our stomachs stored, as we did this behold  
Throw out the Camp, the 'noys ran to the skies  
At brute whereof, the coward wa●ed bold  
The valiant man, had courage double fold:  
So that a loud, a charged, a charged, they cried  
They carried not, and looked for a guide.   

But as by chance, each one his marrow met  
They skirmished, as thick as bees they swarm:  
Some lost their lives, and paid the earth his debt,  
Some were sore hurt, and had no further harm.  
I you assure, this skirmish was so warm  
That as the haills, comes down like rainy tears  
The curriar shot, did ring about our ears.   

If Barwick bands, had absent been that day  
A present plague, was like on us to light,  
Upon our foes, they raune and led the way  
And still they put, the French perforce to flight.  
But yet I praise some other men of right  
That served full well, whose names if I should show  
Some here might say, the men we do not know.   

A further cause, hath staid my pen herein,  
All have not fame, 
All have no● same that do well.  that worthy are therefore:  
Some gets great thanks, that silde in wars hath been:  
Some serve so long, their names are clean out wore:  
Some have ill friends, ill ha● and that is more:  
So that their acts, lie dead and little worth,  
For that no man, their deeds dare well set forth.   

I leave this case, and to my matter cumine,  
That day was hot, and hard for to endure,  
The shot was such, there could no sound of drum  
Be easily herded, the t●●e I you assure  
On both the sides, they put their force in ure:  
And if I shall, not lie for favours sake,  
The French that while, served well I undertake.   

Full wise and ware, they were in all their ways  
And valiantly, they did themselves defend.  
But as I do, their skill and manhood praise,  
So here I must, their boldness discommend  
For had we seen, what happened in the end  
Or known the ground, as reason did require  
We had full soon, compelled them to retire.   

Retire good Lord, So well it had not been  
They had been slain, or taken every man:  
But who can tell, who shall the victry win  
When men do meet, no more we known not than  
Until in deed, the heat of this began  
Where lay their rewen, where our good Fortune was:  
For battles are, as brittle as the glass.   

Now conquest seems, than overthrows appears:  
Now seems it good, that after proves stark naught:  
Now is he free, that happeneth in the breares:  
Now men devise, now all is out of thought:  
Now much is spoken, and little things are wrought,  
This is the course, and custom of the war  
Where wisdom bids, no man to go to far.   

The sooth to show, if men before had known  
What vantage great, to us that day was due  
We had in deed, the Frenchmen overthrown  
With little loss: and yet I say to you  
It happened well, as forth then matter grew:  
Our horsemen came, and gave a charge full well,  
In whom then lay, the service every dell.   

Their names that charged, I think unfit to wright  
Who serveth well, 
Sir Harry Knivet hurt manfully at the charge.  at length must needs have fame  
Let no man think, their deeds are buried quite  
All though not here, the people do I name  
I ●ill for that, my work put out of frame.  
To them I leave, at large that to disclose  
That after shall, this journey wright in prose.   

Right hot a while, the enemies shot enduerd  
But soon was coeld, the terror of the same  
The horsemen's force, in fi●e the French procuerd  
For to retire, nay run away with shame:  
But yet I may, not much their doings blame  
In order still, their battle stood me seemed  
Five hundredth Pikes, they were as we estemde.   

But what should more, be said they shrunk aside  
And to their town, 
twelve men of good name slain on the French side, and u gentlemen taken prisoners  they trotted as they might:  
But every band, had not with him his guide  
They bode the brunt, on them the blows did light  
And as I herded, and saw there counted right  
Twelve men of name, were slain & prisoners five,  
We took that day, and brought away alive.   

Of common sort, of soldiers good and bad  
Full seven score, of them we put to sack,  
And some sore hurt, into their town they lad:  
Of ours in deed, a very few did lack  
Some hurt, some slain, our enemies put a back  
And as in deed, the manner is of forts  
The town seeing this, against them shut their ports.   

We heard thereof, when all this broil was done  
But who could say, he see the same the while,  
Each man can talk, when that a thing is won  
And with conceits, his fancy often beguile,  
Run throw the hedge, and after leap the style:  
This should be done, our after wits can say,  
But few at first, finds out the ready way.   

Well let that pass, we drawn us to our rest  
And every man, made mirth as 'cause he found,  
This bickring duerd, four hours and more at le●t.  
Men willbe glad, when Trump retreat doth sound,  
That weary are, in travesing the ground:  
So doubt I not, it did both parties please  
When they had found, a time to take their ease.   

In shot of Leeth, within Lastaricke than  
We pitchtte our Camp, where Cannons cabons broke  
And often by chance, it killed a horse or man,  
But no man would, the Camp therefore forsake:  
Such tennis balls, did keep our men awake,  
And quickened those, that wear dull spirited souls  
And made some lads, to dig them deep in holes.   

To save the ward from harm of enemies shot  
Full many a trench, did Pe●lam cause be wrought,  
Look what was meet, there was few things forgot:  
Our power so small, by every way we sought  
To keep the same: But that availed naught.  
Some were so rude, they ran their death to seek  
So thus decreased, our number every week.   

A Bishop came, from France to treat a peace  
Much talk there was, 
The bishop of Valence.  which time consumed still  
But all this while, the wars did nothing cease  
To hurt our foes, we never wanted will  
At length upon, a rock a craggy hill  
We plaest a piece, and in a trench beloo  
Was other store, of smaller shot also.   

Forget not here, the weather on the Seas  
Would not permit, the Cannons for to land  
The longer here, we lay to our disease  
For lack thereof, which few do understand:  
I would demand, how we should take in hand  
To say a siege, or else our camp remove  
When most things lacked, that was for our behove.   

Among our men, might Scottish bitlers haunt  
Who with the French, 
The woman was ducked in water.  a treason took in hand  
A wife, a quean, did make the French a grant  
Upon this rock, in sight of Leeth to stand:  
And there to make, a sign to Dozis' band  
When that the ward, were careless and at rest  
Which she did keep, herself the same confess.   

The French came on, 
The bloody monday.  as they thus warned were  
Like men of war, they chose their time full well  
Our men start up, amazed with sudden fere  
But what was best, to do they could not tell  
Some loving fame, his life did dearly cell  
Some hating death, did soon from danger shun  
Some past all shame, full fast away did run.   

Some made defence, but still they strove in vain  
Once order broken, far well the fight that hour  
So in this heat, was many a soldier slain  
There was no help, they were orelaide with power  
Thus have you herded, how fortune 'gan to lower  
Upon our men, the chance of war is such  
A man may not, at no time trust it much.   

But at this tide, full many a one was there  
Deserved praise, that are untouched for me  
And most of those, that did them stoutly here  
Were mangled than, mine eyes the same did see  
But for they are, of mean and base degree  
I leave them out, it is sufficient here  
If in the book, of fame their names appear.   

You know when that, the wasp within his ne●●e  
Is stirred with stick, or any other thing  
Assoon as he, is troubled from his rest  
He creepeth forth, and sharply under wing  
He seeketh place, for to bestow his sting:  
So lo our camp, that erst in quiet lay  
At 'noys of this, began a fearful fray.   


Sir james a Cro●●es led the soldiers on their enemies.  Now ran they forth, and forward cried they all  
The drums did sound, the soldiers made great speed  
Unto the trench, the Alarm was not small  
But all to late, the help did come in deed  
The captains still, their men with hope did feed  
And bade them ma●che, the day is ours qd they  
At sight of whom, the French retired away.   

Great terror made, the Curriars in our face  
Some slaughter to, 
The lord Grace that now is was sore hurt at a valiant charge he gave  by that to us arose  
But yet in spite, the foe forsook the place  
And strait to Leeth, in haste the cumy goose  
Abide qd we, you part not without blows  
Upon them rose, the boldest men we had  
All had not charge, that day the way that lad.   

undoubtedly, the soldiers semd they would  
In sunder rive, the rampart with their hands  
And pluck them by, the ears out of their hold  
But as it was, they slew upon the sands  
And left sore hurt, and groaning on the lands  
I judge at lest, as many men full out  
Or more than we, had lost have you no doubt.   

A band of men, by this time to our aid  
At Musselbrough, were come unarmed I guess  
Of which relief, we held us well apaid  
The enemies store, thereby become the less  
This done all things, were put in readiness  
For to dismount, such pieces as we saw  
Upon a church, that kept our camp in awe.   

A battery small, against the same was set  
In half a day, down fallen thereof the chief  
Than for the siege, we found not so much let  
Our skirmishers, retired with less grief  
Our men might come, more easily to relief  
But mark this well, such skirmishing I say  
I never saw, nor hard of ere this day.   

The mounting lark, no sooner in the sky  
Than we were fourth: the Frenchemen were so brave  
Ne night nor day, they would not let us lie  
In rest, for still, they did the skirmish crave  
And they in holes, themselves could finely save  
To 'cause great shot, to play upon their walls  
As though that we, were made unto their calls.   


Rashness of soldiers running out veide of cond●●● loseth all many times.  And this they used, full oft and to our harm  
Until a stay, our leaders took therein  
Before in field, raw men so thick would swarm  
That long we seemed, more like to loose then win  
By rashness rude, of such as had not been  
In wars before, but yet with exercise  
A white cote did, become both ware and wise.   

And served as well, as any soldier might  
With bow and bill, such weapons as we use  
And often therewith, they put the French to flight  
What marvel not, you know this is no news?  
The bow hath oft, made them the field refuse  
The bow is feared, as far as flies our fame  
And bows I ween, wan Englishmen the name.   

Our enemies still, to skirmish us procuerd  
And galled our best, and ouldest soldiers sore  
I tell you troth, the heat of this enduerd  
Full long whereby, our men away we wore  
But God be thanked, the Frenchmens' loss was more  
For still they spent, upon the stock you know  
When we without, had mean to come by more.   

By deep foresight, a mount there was devised  
Which bore the name of Pellam for the space  
I had forgot, how Frenchmen came disgisde  
In women's wedes, like queans with muffled face  
They did no act, but soon they took the chase  
I ●ee that pass, and of the mount I treat  
Where to be plain, the service was full great.   

The Captain there, 
Sir Andrew Corbet was here and other gentlemen.  one Cuthbert Vaughan was  
And joined with him, there were a number more  
This mount thus made, the camp away did pass  
Moore near the town, how much I need not shoe  
This mount to Leeth, was still a daily foo  
The pieces there, a long the rampere shot  
Some harm they did, but what full few men wot.   

Upon the sands, they could no cockells seek  
But that this fort, might easily them annoy  
Some dearly bought, their muskels every week  
Some sacrificed, their horse to sweet saint Loy  
Some in their heads, did take so mad a toy  
They never spoke, a word ne good nor ill  
Some lernde to feel, the weight of our black ●ill.   

A band of horse, there were to ward that fort  
Which every day, did serve full worthily  
With whom the French, some times for change of sport  
Would meet and so, the matter would they try  
The French full often, I can not this deny,  
Ma●e Sallies forth, as prime as men might do  
And so went home, with blood and honour to.   

But commonly, in deed, the worst they gate  
Yet still they braved, and bore their fortune out  
Their warlike shifts, they were of such a traed  
My pen shall but, eclipse them out of doubt  
To paint them right, but since I go about  
To praise them thus, I will proceed for shame  
And let them have, their own deserved fame.   


Policy 〈…〉 of all governments.  First all they did, was drawn by order's skill  
And seld they paste, the bounds of reasons lore  
By point devise, they skirmished at will:  
That we perceived, they practised no more  
That we feared not, and had not seen before  
They put in use, thus still their heads they bend  
To purchase praise, and eke the town defend.   

Great need they had, themselves to use full well  
For all their lives, upon their doings say  
What should I more, upon this matter devil  
To tire your ears, and waste the time away  
There was no side, stood idle half the day  
But on both parts, for service drifts were found  
And every hour, we drove them from their ground.   


Master Pellam Lieutenant of ●he ordinance  At Pellams mount, by foot and horsemen both  
This trade full long, did there the soldiers keep  
Whose pain was much, and sore I tell you troth  
For at no time, in quiet could they sleep  
And specially, when day began to pep●  
The shot went of, than soldiers to their toil  
And as hap drew, they did abide the spoil.   

I now return, unto our camp awhile  
That lay where shot, did daily them salute  
And where the French, with many a warlike wile  
Did show our men, of wars what was the fruit  
And where some get, their death by little suet  
A scar, a maim, and such a rude reward  
As most men finds, that do that life regard.   

I spoke afore of bickerings, by the French  
Butt here the heat, of serving might be seen  
They bearded us, and made them trench for trench  
And showed themselves, trim soldiers as I ween  
But what of that, we came to serve the Queen  
Though to our loss, our courage did we use  
We forced our foes, their trench at length refuse.   

And to their mills, we went and burned them down  
Slay them we found, where many hurt were than  
In service great, right near before the town  
Our hap was such, that we the honour won:  
Not only here, but ever when began  
A skirmish, or a bickering any where  
Which as we guess, we wanted seldom there.   

A thundering noys, they made when they came forth  
Their rattling shot, did pierce the clouds me thought  
To show the truth, their Corriars were more worth  
Then double told, the pieces that we brought  
And to be plain, our shot they counted naught  
Yet as it was, when that our men came near  
The Frenchmen bought, their coming forth full dear.   

Yet would they not, be kept no time within  
An hundredth times, they issued out I guess  
And sought for death, their honour for to win  
What ere they lost, they braved no whit the less  
If here I should, all skirmisshes express  
What they have done, what we have wrought likewise  
Of paper sure, a quere would not suffice.   

Unto my tale, my pen I pray thee pass  
What humour brought? thy reason here so wide  
You know good folks, in what discourse I was  
The camp thus placed, we did relief abide  
Much loss each day, we had I will not hide  
And greater harm, was likely to ensue  
If some had not, made up their bands anew.   

Of watch and ward, our men so weary were  
They careless stood, of any hap at all  
The nights were fowl, the days not very fear  
The country could, their garments thin and small  
And still upon, their Captains 'gan they call  
A saute, a saute, we lie over long in trench  
Let us go spend, our lives upon the French.   

It seemed good, the town for to assail  
Men willing were, in Prince's cause to fight  
The battery shot, but that did not prevail  
Much ponder spent, the charges was not light  
Small scathe it did, as seemed to our sight  
This dare I say, so sharp a peel so rung  
I never hard, but yet it durde not long.   

For this assault, lewd ladders, viele and naught  
The soldiers had, which were to short God wots  
The proof thereof, with blood the poor men bought  
Had they been long, the town we might have got  
But look what God, assigned to our lot  
We could not shun, needs must it come to pass  
That he appoints, as there good trial was.   

Let those things go, 
Captain randal gave warning when th'                assault should begin.  I keep an other vain  
Of this assault, the manner show I shall  
First were our men, in battle rangid plain  
And gardid well, with horsemen were they all  
The rest in trench, did stand as did befall  
Till warning made, of randal mayor there  
At which they past, to Leeth withouten fere.   

The drums did sound, the trumpets blew aloud  
The Cannon's shot, the bowmen stood not still  
The smoke was like, a fog or misty cloud  
That powder made, our soldiers lacked no will  
To climb the walls, where they received much ill  
For when they laid, their ladders in the dike  
They were to short, the length of half a pike.   

The flankers than, in murdering holes that lay  
Went of and slay, God knows stout men enough  
The harquebus, afore hand made fowl play  
But it behoud our men, for to go throw  
And so men sought, their deaths they known not how  
From such a fight, sweet God my friends defend  
For out of frame, did divers find their end.   

To see poor souls, there wander in the dikes  
The stones were flung, the curriar bet them down  
The wounded men, let fall both bows and pikes  
The mangled heaps, that creped from the town  
The slaughter foul, and here the woeful sown  
That Soldiers cries, there made I think in deed  
Would sure compel, a stony heart to bleed.   

The brute of this, abashed our bouldist men  
And cut our combs, as all were cast away  
The coward sort, did steal them homeward then  
And some in camp, came never since that day  
Some sought discharge, Some saw so great a fray  
They wished they had, at home been keaping Crooes  
Such is the wars, where men both win and looes.   

I leave that case, and now return I shalt  
To those that day, were leaders in the seld  
And for in rhyme, I cannot show it all  
And well set forth, in rhyme are Saultes but seld  
And words I lack, and that I am unskilde  
To seek out terms, that apt are for that case  
In prose I mind, therefore the same to place.   

That shall I wright, when this I draw anew  
Which in short time, I mind at large to set  
But for the first, it may suffice to you  
This naked rhyme, out of my hands to get  
Yet if I live, I will be in your debt  
To pay you once a better sum I think  
Then I have yet, set forth with pen and ink.   

another mount, that Somerset was called  
Devised was, 
The Earl of Worceters' brother, master Frances Somerset.  where Summersault was placed  
This fort full oft, the French both slay and galled  
And many a time, their pieces it defaced  
Here you must note, these mounts were not in waste  
For if they had, not held the town in awe  
We could not it, besiege for aught I saw.   

If that the french, with friends that were without  
Had ventured all, and stood to fortune's hap  
In danger great, we had been out of doubt  
And likely sure, we were to fall in trap  
But lo our chief, misdowting such a clap  
For want of men, to siege the enemies round  
Devised forts, upon the meetest ground.   

In this mean while, 
Sir Frances Leake came to our relief.  there came S. Frances Leake  
To our relief, whereof much need we had  
A greater lack, we had there than I speak  
Of men and help, which made our ha●tes full sad  
But still with words, the council did us glad  
And said the Duke, was coming have no dread  
Who much desired, for to supply our need.   

The French came forth, at midnight after this  
As though they would, a Canuozado make  
But as God wrought, their purpose did they miss  
For though some men, the trenchiss did forsake  
An other sort, defence did undertake  
And stood so sure, and shot so in their face  
That there they slay, a Corprall in the place.   

They seeing that, full hastily retired  
And lokte not back, their fellows for to see  
To turn again, was none that them desired  
Each man is glad, to see his enemy flee  
A bridge of gold, give him that runs from thee  
The wise man bids, which council they that may  
Will not refuse, in wars I dare well say.   

Now must you note, the Frenchmen's hearts were high  
And of relief, they made a great avaunt  
And for they served, before their mistress eye  
The feats of arms, the more they used to haunt  
As though our camp, their courage could not daunt  
Wherefore full late, at night when Sun was set  
They issued out, to take us in a net.   

Upon our trench, and all along the sands  
They came amain, far past a marching pace  
And brought abroad, their brave and chiefest bands  
But as God would, we met them in the face  
Where lo the shot, enduerd a marvelous space  
Some men of there's, that while cried shirlly bows  
So near the camp: that up the soldiers goes.   


A larom in our own camp by the French policy.  A Larom long, among them there they had  
And sundry sorts, of things they thought thereon  
But at the trench, was many a stubborn lad  
Which still with shot, did press the French upon  
And left them not, until that they were gone  
Or saw them fly, there whitcotes served so well  
I lack but time, their worthiness to tell.   

Our enemies now, become more circumspect  
And curtsy made, so near our camp to come  
They would not loose, their men to small effect  
Nor had no will, to hap in whytcoates thom  
They sent them in, without the sound of drum  
They kept such stir, as never yet I saw  
And yet at first, they were but blunt and raw.   

Still did we hope, to have from Barwick aid  
It comes this day, qd one, it will not fail  
The fame whereof, did make the French afraid  
They known they must, abide a new assail  
This news among, our men did much prevail  
But in the end, they saw small haste was made  
Wherefore their minds, were in an other trade.   

The Dowager, the Queen of Scots fallen sick  
This while whereon, at length this lady died,  
Whose death did touch, the Frenchemen to the quick  
For sure their friend, she was as well was tried  
(And to her realm, it cannot be denied  
She was full fast) a Princes of high spirit  
For France a pearl, a member apt and ●ete.   

I had almost, left out a skirmish here  
Upon the sands, where horsemen honour gate  
And in despite, they road the French so near  
That divers French, were overthrown thereat  
Although that here, I partly touched that  
You must not think, but divers days likewise  
The horsemen kept, this common course and guise.   

As time consumed, so still our men did waste  
And needful was▪ for aid or else for peace  
And to be brief, our country made no haste  
From watch and ward, our Soldiers to release  
Great murmurs still, among us did increase  
But duty bad, each Soldier do his best  
Till sweet relief, should bring poor souls some rest.   


The bishop of Valence from France.  From France there came, Embasadours this to end  
And from our Queen, the like to us was sent  
About the same, they did much labour spend  

My Lord of Burleighe that nowe●, came to conclude th●s peace.  And as you know, both parties were content  
The French by Sea, unto their country went  
Compelled with force, they did forsake the town  
To our great fame, and honour of the crown.   

First give me leave, our Soldiers to advance  
That with their blood, their country's rest have brought  
Next how they served, against the flower of France  
And last of all, did bring their brags to nought  
And more than this, note here and keep in thought  
They being weak, did make the strong to bow  
And to their h●●●e, return with conquest now.   


Lord B●rleigh ended these broils.  But or I go, to far in Soldiers praise  
The instruments, that ended all this toil  
I must set forth, whose grave and sober ways  
And stoutness both, did give the French a foil  
They forced the French, to yield to their own spoil  
They did persuade, nay rather them compel  
To part to France, as all men knows full well.   

Was this none act, to work them so like wax  
That were as hard, as flint or stony steel  
And quenched the fire, that was so near the flax  
And feast the plague, that many one might feel  
And brought us peace and cast all war at heel  
And as a man, might say maugre their teeth  
Drawn out the French, out of the town of Leeth.   

Because the brute, and betill headed brains  
Can not conceive, the deepness of this peace  
And that some think, that we have lost our pains  
Or that by this, may further wars increase  
For that I would, such fond conceits should cease  
Here shall I show, the sum of all the same  
As near as I, can put such things in frame.   

By this we have, that many kings did seek  
A perfect peace, with Scotland sure for ay  
By this the French, that nestlid near our cheek  
Full many years, are now dispatched away  
By this small broil, did cease a greater fray  
By this our realm, was rid from further care  
Our foes sent home, and we in quiet are.   

By this our Queen, hath all her owen requests  
Unfit for you, to know thereof the weight  
By this great things, as yet in question rests  
Till for our wealth, they shallbe framed straight  
By this our fame, is lifted such an height  
That every wight, that thoroughly ways this chance  
Shall say we strove, against the flower of France.   

How happy are, the Subjects high and low  
Rueld by the Prince, in whose time this was wrought  
Which for the zeal, of her own realm you know  
And scotland's love, hath set expense at naught  
And in her days, to pass such things hath brought  
As seldom could, be compassed well with wit  
Wherefore the fame, thereof to her is fit.   

Here have you hard, of Leeth the order throw  
As far as rhyme, will suffer me to write  
In prose who list, to make rehearsal now  
Thereof hath scope, to show in paper white  
A better way, that shall you more delight  
For this was done, as there I see it then  
And time but short, I had to use my pen.    

A FAREWELL when I went to study, written to the world.  
FArewell thou world, that me betrayed to long  
To dearly bought, I found thy follies all  
Who shall the serve, is sure to suffer wrong:  
Who skorns thy haps, may shun they sudden fall.  
Who fawns on thee, shall drink thy bitter gall:  
Who flies thy toys, thy painted face shall found  
Who sooner slides, than those which at thy call  
lives like thy slaves, in body, soul, and mind.  
First from a child, with fancies was I fed  
All at thy hands, till I to manhood grew:  
Than in the dark, lo blindfeld was I led,  
So that my God, myself, nor man I knue.  
Wield wit, young blood, old vice, new bread in bones,  
Made me forget, my duty all at one's.  
Fair things, foul thoughts, fond works & flattering eas,  
Had moff●ed me, and hodwinckt so my wits,  
That in the storms, I dread no Silla's seas,  
Nor in the calms, I feared no froward fits  
Which were to come: things present pleased me best  
Those go I made, no mirror to the rest.  
Bed soft, full mouth, gay back and foolish fame  
Was all I sought, like Lord to live at lust  
At my noun shape, and shadow had I game  
A looking glass, a plaiffeer trim at trust  
To pry a po●, my life thus did I frame  
Clean out of time, I see it now full well  
So that my life, was careless every dell.  
Yet found I have, a heap of other harms  
Thereby: what than, I cannot them amend  
When dead they seem, than spring they up by swarms  
Such mischief riep, will have a rotten end  
Though at the full, the tied of them are now  
The ●bb may come, when God a time shall send  
Leave that to him, and I shall tell you how  
I learned to know, the course and kind of man  
His nature new, his fashion half disgiesde  
And how for shame, at length lo I began  
To follow that, which I afore dispiesde  
Full welcome aught, that learning be to me  
Which taught me wit, when wieldnes woven the loem●  
Of wanton ways: and blindness 'gan to see  
The path he mist, the way that led me home  
Unto the Port, where I would harboured be  
And rather dwell, with quiet settled mind  
Than rove abroad, to seek uncertain luck  
Or subject be, to filthy worldly muck  
I would not sure: be bond to such a clog  
That would me rob, of reason and good skill  
And in the end, but fish and catch a frogg.  
As some have done, and some do use it still  
Which snatch the bone, before the hungry dog  
Who will not part, from that he hath in hold  
Although in deed, his master would it have  
Unto this end, this tale now have I told  
To show him wise, that knoweth what to crave  
And asks of those, that freely gives for naught  
But he most wise, that hath no greedy thought  
And can content, him with those little skraps  
That falls by lot, unto him for his share  
And finds no fault, at others worldly haps  
But hath a head, as free from inward care  
As babe new born, yea such a one may smile  
And laugh his fill, when some cries woe the pie  
He shall see much, that hath a simple eye  
That man shall see, the strong the weak beguile  
The poor by rich, and mighty swallowed up  
The harmless drink out of the poisoned cup  
The needy lack, that greedy raveners gripe  
The thieves let go, that robs in scarlet weeds  
And sits on bentch, when troeth feels many a stripe  
How fear is dubbed, a knight for coward deeds  
How manhood begs, and none are helped that needs  
How creep in hools, that did no hurt at all  
Are valiant called, such is the people's bruit  
The quiet man, these things behold he shall  
And see them pass, and learn thereby some fruit  
As I have done, though far from quiet mind  
In any case, myself God wot I find  
Save that to toil, and burdens for to bear  
I framed am, and lets the world alone  
Amid my foes, that fawns and speaks full fear  
I live aloof, and will not be a known  
There hate I have, I must dissemble there  
As doth those mates, that plays at Fortune's ball  
Do not some halt, that well may go upright  
Who can deny, but we dissemble all  
In some one point, and wisdom we it call  
Things are not found, as they do seem to sight  
Some laugh in heart, yet show a weeping eye  
You have hard say, the blind eats many a fly  
How should the sad, 
Note.  with wantoness mirth agree  
The hole with sick, the wise with foolish devil  
The proud with meek, the mean with mighty be  
If all these sorts, could not dissemble well  
And even so, it fareth now by me  
I wink at things, that I would not behold  
And see those fall, that profits me no whit  
I hear likewise, that I can wish untold  
I shoot with them, that never mark may hit,  
But me believe, yet win the game I would  
Among that sort, that giveth aem to sit  
I like not sure: I rather wish to bet  
Than look upon, and lay on near a sied.  
Set doubts a part, it is good sport to get  
But he that wins, must hazard needs abide.  
(I leave you there) I would so make my game  
It wear half wone, before the match wear tried  
And make him think, that hits the mark is wide  
And say himself, he roveth out of frame  
I pray you now, who would not do the same  
To gain thereby, or else at lest to save:  
Than grant me this, dissemble sure he must  
As I may do, or in time pas●e I have  
And made some blind, that better see than I  
And saw full often, that I would not perceive  
When that thereon, did life or danger lie  
And yet I looked, and leered by your leave  
What might befall, and sought to shun the shack:  
And as I fled, ill Fortune followed fast  
When she would strike, I scaped many a knock  
By douking down, I known so well her cast  
With cap and knee, her favour soon I won  
So in a while, she took me as her man.  
But when I thought, most hold of her to take  
A way she went, the whirl wind in her tail  
Yet with her friends, fair wether did I make  
Whose help was good, when world began to fail.  
And if you ask, how I acquainted was  
With such sure props, that holds up house and all  
And how that I, could bring such things to pass  
To keep me up, when divers sought my fall:  
(His fall not great, it cannot be I trow  
Whose climinge up, was never much you know)  
This by the way, I speak yet answer lo  
To you I make, that this demands of me  
To Court I came, 
Note.  where I could hear and see  
As others did, and with the strong I stood  
As world did wag, I wound my bark about  
And leard me there, where I could found most good  
In deed this was, the way to bear it out  
And there I found, of every sort enough:  
Would I be brave, I known where mates were had  
Would I be stout, I see who would not bow,  
High looks was he, that still I see go throw:  
That ship made way, that all the sails could bear.  
Small spirit sat low, with finger in his ear  
Great curtchie crept, full high among the best  
He made them laugh, that lokt as he would swear  
He carried coals, that could abide no jest  
Plain life the lout, was little set by there  
Fine taunting tongues, brought many a fool in fear.  
Make love the meek, was ready at a call  
feign would be seen, was fisking every where  
Set forth to sale, was marked beyond them all.  
Vain glory smield, and loekt for much a do  
Newfangledness, shaekt off old friendship past  
Fien faule at foot, could whine and bite you toe.  
Proud blind consait, would not be placed last,  
Small wit would laugh, at wiser than himself,  
Disdain that dwarf, loekt like a peevish elf  
Strange nature frowned, when homely folks sat down  
Full purse found friends, that came but late to town.  
Set by himself, would not salute but few  
Small worth made boest, still mouth was all the shrew.  
Tell all that blab, was called a roister than  
Falls semblance thriude, that could two. faces bear  
Happy was he, that was a torncoets' man  
They sped not worst, that counterfeited wear  
Do as world did, drove of the longest time  
He had the lands, that was Dick shifters ear  
He caught the birds, that best could set the lime  
Yet broken shins, some gate that used to climb  
Spite spornde at those, that better sped than he  

Note.  All busy heads, could not on shoulders bide  
They met full often, that seldom could agree  
Who fallen so soon, as wit ●ermatcht with pride?  
Who rose but such, as roffled forth their years  
Yet change of suits, brought many in the breares  
White Plumes cost pens, apparel picked the porse  
All worn in Court, was not in City paid  
Sharpe set said often, back clouts made belly worse  
Bore cloak he ware, whose credit was decayed  
Catch naught poor knave, could Court and Courtier's corpse  
Spend all sat still, and looked like a maid  
Hope well, made spoil, and waited for a day  
Unthrift would swear, and dice it all away  
Toss shoulder-blade would snuff, and shake a Swinish head  
Dare do look big, as butcher in his shop  
Save groet smelled out, where hunger might be sped  
Proud would not speak, that sat not at the top  
When Lortch was out, some known not where to dine  
Who keeps the bar, was asked every hour  
Some spoke full fair, to get a cup of wine  
God save you sir, will't please you take a flower  
A sweet read Rose, he had that kept good cheer  
And many a cap, and curtchie to the ground  
An of●ar still, was made of all the year  
Old stagers known, where such a friend was found  
Young fry might fast, for any thing they gate  
New comers walked, abroad for taking cold  
Full pauntch did march, as he had been a state  
Who looks like me, thought he that chip sold  
When Christmas robes, wear broesht and that day worn  
Well was that man, might bid that saint good morn  
Bear rule stood stiff, and kept his betters out  
Bold face thrust in, throw thickest press and throng  
Hoffe have at all, full high could hold the snout  
Speak as he thought, was not in favour long  
Find fault the fool, would flyer in echmans' face  
rich rueld the roast, lack friends felt all the wrong  
Bore life known not, to whom to show his case  
Waste all the wield, might sing a heavy song  
hoist up in haste, forgot from whence he came  
High office skornde, to look back how he climbed  
Hog Norton breed, disdained to know their dame  
Pried feared no fall, till foot full fast was liemde  
Snatch skratched all, and gave his fellows none  
Need liked the plaets, and gnawed bore the bone  
Mountch present crept, in corners all alone  
havoc was made, where meat was little seen  
Unworthy of breed, fardewel God save the Queen  
Spoil would not spare, his charges was but small  
Make feast filled in, the king did pay for all  
Seek help, speak fair, yet slowly speed his suit  
Give bribes was hard, his money told his tale  
Lack naught had more, but want could find no fruit  
Need blew his nails, and looked very stolen  
Skill for a shift, was glad to teach for pens  
Old hangars on, would not be beaten thence  
Wit did invent, but wealth bore all the bruit  
Boldness did speak, when bashnes was full mute  
Cunning wrought much, but craft beyond him crept  
Poets made rhymes, but roisters praises rept  
UUisedome would wait, on many a woodcock often  
Old broems were good, but new all clean they swept,  
Love ease sat long, and loekt to lie full soft.  
Eat much would boest, he sarude our suffraunt long,  
Fat brows knights, I tell you took great pain  
Some went full gay, that was not worth a thong.  
Some threw at all, and nicked every main.  
He talked of wars, that had small wit in peace  
Scarce known himself, would common wealths debate,  
He spoke great things, that swelted in his grease.  
UUitles well diende, would be a Lords check mate.  
Lo croetcht unto, a sore discourse would make,  
Make room my friends, (qd he) that kept the gate  
Craft had a care, to all he did or spoke  
Unwelcomde geasts, stepped in and asked no leave  
Some pleased the Prince, yet had the people's hate  
Some sarud them both, and did them both deceive.  
He near sat still, that ●orrid favour well  
Some played the fox, that like a goose could look  
Some asked what news, and yet could wonders tell  
Small mind of God, would often bear a book,  
He went to mass, that would the chalice fallen.  
Some loud the Church, for the sweet relics there  
Some made of Saints, brought up another where:  
Some neither saint, nor devil feared at all  
Some liekt this world, more than the world to come  
Some in their ruff●, would get about the haul.  
Some spent such nights they dread no day of Dome  
Some watched their time, and yet there time they lost  
Some banquets made, and wear bankrupt at last  
Some learned to be, fine Courtiers to their cost  
Some had small help, and yet spent all full fast  
Some sought to spend, upon another's charge  
Some careless lived, and walked abroad at large  
Some craved a pace, and caught some croms by craft  
Some could not ask, they thought deserts should crave  
Some made fair sale, of blades louse in the haft  
Some never wan, nor could devise to save  
Some waited hard, and gate small fruit therefore  
Some had ill hap, and yet no virtue lacked  
Some saved odd ends, and made of little more  
Some had their gabs, as full as could be thwakt  
Some made cold mirth, yet faured for such vice  
Who Fortune liekt, was ever most in price.  
All this in Court, I saw and kept in store  
Full twenty years, as trial good I have  
Not of Court now, as Court hath been of yore  
I writ I speak, and treat so God me save  
To show wherefore, from thence I me withdrew  
What harm it did, unto my betters far  
What good likewise, he got that Court well known  
How some did make, and some therein did mar  
But to be plain, where I such changes found  
I list not devil, let them that will be bond  
To that short rain, I choose the quiet soil  
The Country large, to have free scope to walk  
To be in Court, I count it but a toil.  
Where heart much thinks, and tongue dare little talk  
Where some must sit, and look upon the walls  
And beat their heels, against formesides all day  
And subjects are, to others becks and calls  
That life is weak, wherein there is no stay  
A piece of bread, is better had with cas  
Than banquets sweet, upon such bitter boards  
Some say there is, no fishing to the Seas  
Yet many trouts, are caught on little fords  
That shallow seem, with other pretty fish  
That at the length, will make an honest dish  
On little brooks, men Angle safe and dry  
In leather boots, and dread no drowning there  
On these rough Seas, the lest wind in the sky  
T●eps up the Bark, or brings a man in fear  
Some have no hearts, with roaring waves to strive  
Full green to sight, and uggly to the eye  
Which on the rocks, the silly vessels drive  
And knocks their Keels, and makes poor Pilots cry  
Hael in the sail, let go the bowling mate  
Now in good faith, such sudden shocks I hate  
Yet some will think, I am not settled so  
But I will seek, to try the Sea again  
Why is the earth so narrow would I know  
I cannot find, where I may well remain  
The world is wide, and men must burdens bear  
That ordained are, unto no better chance  
That grows not here, takes root another where  
Some shooteth ill, yet happeneth by a glance  
To hit their game, men aught to do their best  
And seek for luck, and let God work the rest  
So for my part, I shall likewise proceed  
And though I bid, the Court and world farewell  
I mean to use, them both as I have need  
But for to say, in Court I wish to dwell●  
I mind it not, as good me help and speed  
And for the world, his yoke still draw I must  
But sure I serve, him all against my lust  
For in the same, is neither hope nor trust  
Wherefore my leave, I take as power I have  
From him and his, though course of life saith no  
A worldling here, I must be to my grave  
For this is but, a May game mixed with woe  
A borrowed roulme, where we our Pageants play  
A scaffold plain, where on we revels make  
A crooked path, a perilous falls high way  
A toilsome soil, where we much travel take  
Good Reader now, do neither sting nor hiss  
At any thing, that in this Verse is plaest  
Where fault is found, for favour mend the miss  
This roving rhyme, was slubbered up in haste  
And naught thereby the simple writer meant  
But neither Court, nor world could him content.   

A FEIGNED Fancy between the Spider and the Gout.  
IF that you list to give me ear,  
And with my matter for to bear:  
Although a Fable tell I shall,  
It is to make you merry all.  
You may some pleasure find therein,  
And yet my tale, not worth a pin:  
As I have hard from things of naught,  
Is wisdom and great knowledge sought.  
Yea gold is got out of dross,  
And turfs are made of muck and moss:  
That beets the poor a goodly fire,  
Now to my tale I will retire.  
Ten Thousand year ago at lest,  
I mean when every bird and beast:  
And every thing that we can name,  
Can talk and reason in good frame.  
It happened than, make you no doubt,  
Between the Spider and the Gout:  
There fallen a strife full strange to hear,  
Which was ear ended was that year.  
These two would know by change of place,  
UUho furthest stood in Fortune's grace:  
And which of them was best at ease,  
So each a part as he did please  
A master chose, unto his mind,  
A day between them was assigned,  
UUhan that the year was full run out,  
For talk between Spider and the Gout.  
And at which season meet they would,  
Their haps and Fortune to unfold,  
The grievous gripping gout should go:  
Unto a husband man I trow.  
And devil with him for that year than,  
The Spider to a gentleman:  
And so they parted several ways,  
But which of them had mirrist days.  
Here after shall you here me tell,  
The Spider was not welcomde well:  
Into the Palace where he dwelled, 
Note.   
But rather many a mischief felt.  
For every day there was a maid,  
That made the Spider sore afraid:  
With merry Lark, this maiden roes,  
And strait about the house she goes.  
With swapping Bosom in her hand,  
And at her girdle in a band:  
A jolly boutch of keys she wore,  
Her pecticoet fine laest before.  
Her tail tockt up in trimmest gies,  
A Napkin hanging o'er her eyes:  
To keep of dust and dross of walls,  
That often from the windows falls.  
Though she was smog, she took small eas,  
For thrifty girlls are glad to pleas:  
She wan the love of all the house,  
And pranked it like a pretty mouse.  
And sure at every word she spoke,  
A goodly curtchie could she make:  
A stoering housewife every where,  
That bend both back and bones to bear.  
She never sleeped much by night,  
But roes sometimes by candle light  
To carded and spin, or sow her smock:  
There could no sooner crow a cock.  
But she was up, to sleek her cloes,  
And would be sweet, as any roes:  
Full cleanly still the girl would go  
And handsome in a house also▪  
As ever saw I country wench,  
She sweeped under every bentch:  
And shaekt the coshens in their kind,  
When out of order did she find.  
A rush a straw or little stick,  
She could it mend she was so quick.  
About her business every hour,  
This maid was called her mistress flower.  
She bore the keys of Ale and Bear,  
And had the rule of better cheer:  
She was not nice, nor yet to kind,  
To proud nor of, to humble mind.  
To fine nor yet, to brave I trow,  
She had as fair as I do know:  
Two fair new kirtles to her back,  
The one was blue, the other black.  
For holy days she had a gown,  
And every yard did cost a crown:  
And more by xviii. pennies I guess,  
She had three smocks she had no less.  
Four raylls and eek five karchers fair,  
Of hose and shoes, she had a pair:  
She needed not, no more to have,  
She would go barefoot for to save.  
Her shoes and hose, for they were dear,  
She went to town, but one's a year:  
At Easter or some other day,  
When she had licens for to play▪  
I had forgotten for to tell,  
She had a purse she loved well:  
That hanged at a ribende green,  
With tassails fair, and well beseen.  
And as for gloves and knives full bright,  
She lacked not, nor trifles light:  
As pins and laces of small cost,  
I have to you rehearsed most  
Of all her goods, Now to the form,  
And making of this creeping worm:  
Her port was low, her face was fair,  
It came no sooner in the air,  
But it would pill, her cheeks were thin,  
God knows she had, a tender skin.  
The worst mischape this minion had,  
Her legs were sowllon very bad,  
Some heavy humour down did fall,  
Her foot was narrow short and small:  
Her body sklender as a snigg,  
But sure her buttocks were full bog.  
That came I think by sitting mitch,  
And in her side she had a stitch:  
That made her often short winded sure,  
But her complexion was full pure.  
She was well made from top to tail,  
Yea all her limbs withouten fail:  
Were fine and feat, she had a hand  
There was no fairer in the land.  
Save that with toil, it changed hue,  
Her fingers small, her veins full blue:  
Her naills a little largely grown,  
Her hear much like the Sun it shone.  
Her eyes as black as jet did seem,  
She did herself full well exsteeme:  
Her lips were read but somewhat chapped.  
Her tongue was still and seldom clapped.  
She spoke as she were in a cloud,  
Neither to soft, nor yet to loud:  
And tripped upon the floer as trim,  
●e would have thought that she did swim.  
As she did go, such was her pace,  
She minssed fine, like masters Grace:  
That at the dagger dwelled oens,  
Who made good pies of Mari boens.  
I dare depoes upon a book,  
She was as good a maiden cook:  
As ever dressed a piece of meat,  
And for a banquet small or great.  
And raising Paest she passed still,  
As soon as flower came from the Mill:  
She made the goodliest ka●ks thereof,  
And backed as fair a household lo●f.  
As ear was seen or set on board,  
What needs more talk? at one bore word  
The greatest Lady in a sheer,  
She might have served seven year,  
This maid as you do understand,  
With swinging besom in her hand:  
About the windows would she pry,  
And where she might a Spider spy:  
Down went his web and all his work.  
The Spider had no place to lorke:  
Nor make his scaffold high nor lo,  
But that this maiden still would go.  
Unto a Form or else a stoel,  
And with some kind of reatching toel:  
She reached the silly Spider's nest,  
The Spider found no other feast.  
But every day foul served was,  
Sometime he builded near the glass.  
Sometime full o'er his masters head,  
Sometime before the maidens bed:  
Behind the screen, or on the wa●ll,  
Sometime in parlour or in hawll.  
In privy or at portal doer,  
But still this maid upon the floer:  
Would fling him flat and clap her foet,  
(When that she saw no other ●oet)  
Upon the Spider if she might,  
But though he lakt, both sens and sight:  
His skrawling legs did help him often,  
Full soon you should him see aloft.  
And there he would a web begin,  
But all in vain the foell did spin:  
For loek what all the night he wrought,  
The maid at moern, brought clean to naught  
This torment still the Spider had,  
When any fly, had made him glad:  
And fallen in to the Spiders trap,  
Then should there fall, a fearful clap.  
A bro●m or else, a little poell,  
Maco Spider seek▪ an other hoell:  
He lust his Fly, his house and all,  
In wind cloes, nor open brickwall.  
He might not devil, he felt such wrong,  
The Spider thought, this year full long:  
And wished that hit, wear all run out,  
That he might reason with the Gout.  
To here which of them both had felt,  
The better days, where they had dwelled:  
The Gout had found, as ill an oest,  
The vereist drudge in all the coest.  
For if he might a penny win,  
He labred throw both thick and thine.  
And yet he was an honest man,  
So held in all the parish than:  
A good householder and a just,  
But sure he lived not by lust.  
Nor sought his eas to lyg in bed,  
To many a mouth yet gave he bread.  
And yet I ges now by my lief:  
Neither this man, nor yet his wyef.  
Wear worth five pounds in ready gold,  
Though they an honest house did hold.  
At plough and car●, his goods he gaet,  
He lay not long, nor watched laet:  
Nor with ill rule, no surfeit found,  
He eat and drank, and slept full sound.  
This gruntting grobbe was short & thick,  
His face was read as any brick:  
Where in there stowed a bottle no's,  
A couple of corns upon his toes.  
He had which made him cut his shoe,  
He never put on garment nue,  
But when that to the waeks he went,  
He was dressed up, like jack a Lent:  
And coblar like, when he did wortch.  
But when this yeoman went to chortch.  
A sleeveless jacket than he waer,  
A velvet nightcap half thread baer:  
A chamled doubled stocked with silk,  
His short fair weysht as whit as milk.  
●ut herein must be understoed,  
His wife was come of gentle bloed:  
Which would not have him clad in clouts,  
But when he mo●sd with other louts.  
Than ●●erd she not what he put on,  
His house hit was not made of stoens.  
The wauls with lyem wear whitted well,  
And thatched o'er head, the troeth to tell:  
The smo●k came forth the thatch sometime,  
But who did on the rafters climb.  
Should find fat bacon hanging there,  
The house could not be kept full fear:  
For Hens and Capons, Dogs, and Cats,  
About his bed wear many Gnats.  
That hommed still upon his face,  
And full of mice was every place:  
Of children had he many a ●en,  
But idle in the house was none.  
Except it wear an infant young,  
The maidens to their wheell they song▪  
The Carddars myrry wear also,  
The hyends about the fields did go.  
The Oxen champped in the stawll,  
The pigs lay groutting by the wawll:  
The capuls fed upon their hay,  
The Hens full many an egg did lay.  
The Geese wear gaggling on the green,  
And in good order as I ween:  
Wear all things that this poor man had,  
The Gout thereof was very glad.  
And thought to try him for a year,  
And so to t●est, cold country cheer:  
And as the poor man sound slept,  
In to his joints the Gout he crept.  
Like thief that steals upon a wight,  
That ryeds a loens in winters night:  
So stepped the Gout unto this man,  
And sought to vex, his body than.  
And hoept when poer man cased his grief,  
That he should ●inde such great relief.  
Such rest, such skoep, and take such hold,  
Of man to wander where he would:  
Yea sure the Gout had found a soil,  
He thought to bring to utter spoil.  
But lo as leysy lobber lay,  
A bed and groend, in break of day:  
His wyef so fowl a bawling kept,  
And said fie husband you have slept.  
God knows away both wit and thrift  
Be God you must maek better shift:  
To pay our rent our Landlord cries,  
On plough and cart our wealth must rise,  
And not on stretching in the bed,  
You know your children must be fed:  
Your servants kept and wagis paid,  
In deed good man I am afraid.  
That we shall forfeit leace and all,  
And into shaem and beggary fall:  
You know your wyef doth go full baer,  
And loeks so lean with cark and caer.  
She changed hath her colour clean,  
Unto a Peas, or parched Bean:  
And wydthers lyek a cock of hay,  
Yea glad to feed on crudds and whey.  
And pintch her belly for your saek,  
And though I cheese and butter maek▪  
I cell the same to maek us rich,  
Yet well you wots we have not mytch.  
My goown is lyk to go to gaeg,  
The Landlord is in such a raeg:  
He will have money out of hand,  
He must redeem his mortgaged land  
That youthful frysks in hazard brought,  
Tush man your wife tacks all the thought.  
Not only how to pay the rent,  
But also how to live in Lent:  
And get some herrings hoem you know,  
Our stoer is gone full long ago.  
When flesh and whytmeat waxeth dear.  
A herring cobbe will wake good cheer.  
Among our hinds and children toe,  
Let neighbours witness what I do.  
To maintain household in good staet,  
I wash, I wring, I watch up laet:  
I fast, I spaer, I skrat, I skraep,  
And after goods, and gain I gaep.  
Whyels husband ●acks his pleasuer still,  
And hoeps to have the world at will:  
By sleep and crying out of pain,  
Let rise a blister or a blayn  
Upon your little finger's end,  
Strait for a surgeon must you sand:  
Your father could taek salt and sut  
And lyuly lyek a lusly gut.  
A medsin maek for every sore,  
And never would lie down therefore:  
Not though in deed the shin wear broek,  
Fie lie not smearing in the smoek.  
For foolish smarts, and stitchis viell,  
The husbandman, began to smyell:  
To here the babbling of his daem,  
But nill he would he, world did fraem.  
So awkward with this silly soul,  
That up he roes, and toek a powll:  
In feeble hand, to stay upon,  
But business said he must begun.  
And haeld him out of doer in haste,  
This goodly grub with faggot waest.  
Bestoers his joints about the field,  
In things where on pooer men aer skilled:  
And seldom stayed in any place,  
A shaemd in house to hied his face.  
Or under hedge or tree to rest,  
This troubled much his new come gest:  
The gout I mean, but caerles lo,  
Of gout the poor man trodged though.  
O'er hedge and styell, he skipped and flung.  
And as the birds on boeshes sang,  
He whistled all the way he went,  
And hoemward for his breakfast sent.  
Whyels he the Oxen yoeked fast,  
And clyemd the trees to beaten down mast:  
For swyen that must in haste be sold,  
And put the scattered sheep in fold.  
He did, for shepherd had he known,  
For lo the greatest flock was gone:  
And needles servants aer not fit,  
This man had need pluck up his wit.  
To pleas his wyef, and pay his due,  
What should I longer talk to you:  
Of his affairs, about he flees,  
As though his head wear full of bees.  
He ran lyk ●ound that hunts the haer,  
(And of the gout toek little caer)  
About his work, now here, now there,  
Sometime with Brambuls would he tear.  
His coet, his skin, and knock his knee,  
Against a stub or crooked tree:  
And as he after horses ran,  
Sometime fallen down this honest man.  
Not soever up, but troedgd about,  
Theas jobs lyekt not the tender gout.  
He loekt for pylloes soft and sweet,  
And ointments for the swollon feet:  
And plaesters warm to humours cold,  
And in fair clouts to be enrolled.  
And not to found such froward fair,  
Well what of that, good husbands aer:  
A labouring to make up their mouse,  
(And win there bread by sweat of browse)  
As was this wight where on I writ,  
Abroed in field was his delyt.  
In many a shuer and bitter blast,  
And every day till none would fast:  
For wantton will he would not eat,  
But hunger sausyd still his meat.  
And seldom roes with belly full,  
His children from his mouth would pull:  
The bread, the cheese, and other cheer,  
He kept no household for a year.  
And waested all in little space,  
But for his lief time in oen case:  
You should his order find so well,  
To much there was not near a dell.  
Nor yet to little as he throve,  
The time and world away he drove:  
And made of peace and bacon sod,  
In even house a banquet odd.  
A feast that field the empty paunch,  
A ioncket that will hunger staunch:  
As soon as costly martchpaen fien,  
And Sydor in the steed of wien.  
And that was drunk at high mid meal,  
A stroek of roest, of beef or veall:  
On every Sunday did he use,  
And all his hardness would he skues.  
With ma●raeg of his daughter Kaet,  
And still he said, 'twas better laet:  
To thrive than never save a groet,  
He could on fingers ends by roet.  
Rehearse the course of all the year,  
The change of Mooens, and could go near:  
To tell when every star should rise,  
And talk of planets in the skies.  
But that he learned by shepherd's rule,  
At Whytsontyed, at Paece and evil:  
He gave his household leave to play,  
And than at stoelball all the day.  
You might have found the merry gyrls,  
Bedecked with works and roefs of pyrls:  
And fine froes pasts ye startcht full trime,  
And silver pin's about ●atch bryme.  
As pretty pearls wear shining there,  
They had no gymmols at the ear:  
For that nue trick came out of spain,  
Yet though their garments were but plain,  
They had as pivyshe paets I know,  
As had in town the corstest shrew:  
That goes in scarlet now and than,  
In household with this hoemly man.  
Wear wentchis worth the looking on,  
Well yet the gout would needs be gone:  
His oest had near a lodging good,  
To harbour such a heavy blood.  
And yet he must his year abyed,  
And throw the fire be better tried:  
This man had made a bargain now,  
And shaept to cell both Bull and Cow.  
The Sheep and Oxen in the stawll,  
To by a better farm withal.  
And out of hand a journey great,  
He had to go, in cold and heat:  
And all a foet this must be done,  
With button cap and clowtted shone.  
With wallet full of bread and cheese,  
And ragged russet coet of Frees:  
And on his back he boer a bryeb,  
And little thought upon the kyeb.  
That hard behind theheell he had,  
The bargain made the foell so glad:  
That out he went as he wear wood,  
And seldom sure in quiet stood.  
Till clean dispatched, theas things had been,  
The Gout that lorked close within:  
At hand beheld theas outward woes,  
Than strait unto the Spider goes.  
And makes a soer complaint of this,  
The Spider that tormented is:  
A worse discourse to him he told,  
There masters after change they would.  
As they deviesd, and brought to pass,  
The Gout and Spider placed was:  
At eas as we may found full well,  
With high degree the Gout did devil.  
And propped up with koshons gay,  
On bed or bentche, at will he say:  
If Gout his master did disease,  
Moest glad he was the Gout to pleas.  
With furs and clouts to keep hit warm,  
And to avoid a further harm.  
The Gout was happed and handled soft,  
And with sweat herbs well bathed often:  
And fed with dainty meats enough,  
The knee nor joint dared no man bow.  
That Gout had governed this was true,  
Yea every our, a passion nue:  
Hit brought and bread in masters heart,  
And shrunk the veins in every part.  
But he that on's had lodged this gest,  
(And bend himself to give him rest:)  
Must needs whyels lief doth last take pain,  
As lo th●●aister was full feign.  
The 〈…〉 had found so fien a traed,  
That 〈◊〉 would his resdens made:  
From hand to foet, from knee to wryst,  
And rueld his master as him list.  
With yeomen will I devil no moer,  
qd he, for fear of handling soer:  
Nor part I trow from gentle bloed,  
The Spider in liek case he stowed.  
He made his cobwebs where he would,  
And in his lodging was as bold:  
As any one may be at hoem,  
And further meant he not to roem.  
He found no maid his rest to let,  
They wear to other labour set:  
Thus Gout and Spider wear full glad,  
That they their masters changed had.  
And so I leave them for this time,  
And here knit up this crooked rhyme.  
This taell is written for your wealth, 
Note.   
To sho wherein consists your health:  
I do but here example maek,  
Of things I trust you not mistaek.  
Thereby declaring as I can,  
That every grief that comes to man:  
By idle lief doth grow and spring,  
The Gout is sooner with a king. 
Note.   
Than with a weary labouring wight,  
Why is it rather with the might:  
Than with the mean, but for in deed,  
That hunger makes the poer man feed.  
So diversly he feedeth not,  
As doth the rich man well you wots:  
The rich hath many a fyen device,  
His mind and diet is so nice.  
He knows not what to eat is best,  
And makes full many a needle's feast:  
To stoer the lust and pleas the mouth,  
With sundry sorts of things uncouth.  
The belly is no sooner full,  
The bones must rest, and down he will:  
Upon a bed, or in a chair,  
Sits stretching when to taek the air.  
He should go walk the fields about,  
The want whereof doth breed the Gout:  
I mean of to much eas doth ryes,  
Great harm and grief in sundry wyes.  
And most of those that fienly fair,  
Without some sickness never aer:  
For every meat must have his kind,  
In Stories old I read and find.  
That man by roots and erbs lyud long,  
And so grew mighty large and strong:  
Both hoell and sound, and well dispoesd,  
Until our knowledge had discloesd.  
That flesh was sweet and fish good meat,  
But when thereof we 'gan to eat:  
A ranker bloed that foed did breed,  
And caused moer humours than did need.  
And altered so our lively vayns  
With swellings strange with botch & blayns:  
That every year dissesis ●ue,  
Within our bodies daily grew.  
And yet as our nue fedings change,  
Diseases come which aer so strange:  
We can not naem them in their fraem,  
Nor seek remedy for the same.  
Some die that never seemeth sick,  
Some live and would be buried quick:  
Their pains they are without redress,  
We can not every grief express.  
That rises of our riots great,  
And surfeits that we ●a●k of meat:  
The Ploughman hath no fear of that,  
Though that the Spider and the Gnat.  
Within his house cheer pleasuer taek,  
The Gout doth seldom him awaek:  
He lets the Spider kill the fly,  
And from the Gout full saef doth lie.  
When that the Gentle man is fain,  
The corssed Gout for to retain.   

A DOLLFULL Discourse of two Strangers, a Lady and a Knight.  
Draw near good minds that sadly marks,  
the sway of worldly broylls:  
And here what I at large can say,  
of trublous tomling toylls.  
Which did befall in foreign land,  
'tween two of noble race:  
To whose mishaps and haetfull faet,  
a world hit self gives place.  
Not long ago the case so stowed,  
a knight of great estaet: 
Note.   
(In native soil by destinies lot)  
a Lady's favour gaet.  
With whom he joined, a hazard great,  
his liking led him so:  
That neither fear of frowning Gods,  
nor dread of earthly woe.  
Can maek him stain his plighted troeth,  
such constant mind he baer:  
For which this second Phoenix may,  
with Turttell true compaer.  
But well away, alas for woe,  
his grief thereby began:  
In prince displeasuer throw this prank,  
●ell lo this faithful man.  
And Cesar frowning on the fact,  
there was no nothe● boet:  
But fly the realm or prostraet fall,  
full flat at Caesar's foet.  
O stacts by this come learn to sloup,  

Note.  no stoutness can prevail:  
When from the heavens storms do blow,  
and striketh down your sail.  
From thunder cracks both man and beast.  
yea Sun and Moen doth fly:  
The earth and all that lives below,  
do fear the rattling sky.  
When Gods aer moved, in louring clouds,  
lyek dusky mantles black:  
The troubled air to mortal men,  
doth threaten ruin and wrack.  
I turn my talk from such discourse,  
and treat of that tormoyll:  
Which long this Knight and Lady felt.  
at hoem in country soil.  
And somewhat of the caers a broed,  
that he perforce did taest:  
I mean to writ so that as troeth,  
my verses be embraest.  
For troeth and time that tries out gold,  
hath tempered so my talk:  
That pen nor mues no pleasuer ta●ks,  
on doubtful ground to walk.  
Now when these staets with links of love,  
wear tied together fast:  
And many a sad and heavy thought,  
between them both had past,  
Of Prince's grace and favour great,  
(to which regard they to●k:  
As chiefest thing and only cause)  
whereon they aught to lo●k▪  
They weighed in balance of their breasts,  
what fittest served their corus:  
And lyek as wood taeks flaem of fire,  
and so to synders borns.  
So throw the heat of this mishap,  
they felt such sorrow thoe:  
As though hard deastnye swoer they should,  
consuem themselves with woe.  
The Lady lost her freedom straight,  
the Gods had so decreed:  
Her knight by sudden flight a broad,  
made virtue of a need.  
And living there with lingering hope,  
in foreign country strange:  
Where absence might throw present toys,  
in some men work a change.  
He stowed as ferm as marble stoen,  
and kept both troeth and touch:  
To her who found few friends at hoem,  
and heart's disease was much.  
Yea though this Knight with offers great,  
and treasuer tempted was:  
(As they full well can witness bear,  
who saw those matters pass)  
Yet small account of Fortuen nue,  
he made for still in breast:  
Was shryend the saint, that stoeny walls,  
and prison had possessed.  
No fear nor friend nor fellow maet,  
this troilus mind might move:  
This Falcon scorned to pray abroad,  
at hoem he left his love.  
Full many a sigh and heavy loek.  
he sent a long the Seas:  
And wysht himself in fetters fast,  
to do his Lady eas.  
What grief of mind and torment strange,  
she suffered all the whyell:  
Is known to those that bondaeg feels,  
whose frynds aer in exiell.  
Can mischief fawll on both the syeds,  
moer harder than hit did:  
The one from joy and worldly pomp,  
in preson cloesly hide.  
The other forced by fatal chance,  
to seek his fortuen out:  
And shunning danger found despair,  
in wandering world about.  
But weighing well a subjects street,  
and what was duties bounds:  
He yielded straight to open harms,  
for fear of secret wounds.  
And venturing lief, yea lands and goods,  
to keep his naem from blot:  
(And to requited with hazards hard,  
the love that he had got.)  
From spain with speed he did return,  
and setting foet on land:  
He put his cause in justice doem,  
and noble Princis hand.  
Though in the yoek with free consent,  
the humble heart did fall:  
The heavens stowed so out of ●uen,  
he gaet no grace at all.  
And clapped up full fast in bold,  
a prysnars part he plays:  
Where gryepping griefs and grievous groens,  
consuemd his gladsome days.  
Whyels he a loef full long remained,  
and out of danger crept:  
The doleful Dame in deep despair,  
his absence sore be wept.  
Yet great regard to promise' paste,  
she had as world well witted:  
And therefore often wrong her hands,  
when that her knight she mist.  
But now began the boisterous blasts,  
to blow in bloody breast:  
And now the golf of sighs and sobs,  
burst out with great unrest.  
For lo, one house held both these wights,  
yet both a sunder were:  
And both in like displeasure stood.  
yea each of both in fear.  
Of Prince's wrath and world's disgrace,  
a heavy tale to tell,  
A plague past hope of heavens bliss,  
a torment and a hell:  
That is without redemption sure,  
but what should more be said:  
Thus under lock and barred doors,  
these juewels safely laid.  
They must abide the happy hour,  
that God appoints in skies:  
And drink up water sweet or sour,  
or what shall hap to rise.  
The prison than did plead their case,  
the walls both deaf and dom:  
Did show by sins of freedom gone,  
what sorrows wear to come.  
The screeking Owl in silent night,  
at window clapped his wings:  
To threaten death or bad success,  
of sundry doubtful things.  
Not joyful sound was herded with ear,  
no news of happy years:  
Not pleasure to the pinched heart,  
in prison strong appears.  

Note.  Admit the Lute with toutch of hand●,  
a heavy domp doth shoe:  
A coelling comfort Music brings,  
to wretches wrapped in woe.  
No mirth with mourning moens may match,  
for mischief measure lacks:  
And care consuems the mind of man,  
as fire melts Virgin Wax.  
In silly Sell, and several place,  
these two estates did sit:  
Whose coming out did far surmount,  
the compass of their wit.  
As long they spent their tickle time,  
in teen and terror great:  
So often God wots of matters hard.  
in head did hammers beaten.  
Now hoping that the clouds would calm,  
and storms would stand at stay:  
Than looking when the Planets turned,  
their course another way.  
But shaken ships in seas do sink,  
when surgis rise aloft:  
And under waves (for want of aid,)  
weak vessels welter often.  
So that no hope of succour seems,  
to come when tempests rage:  
Except the Gods draw back the plagues,  
and wind and weather suage.  
The present pangs and perilous thoughts,  
that pierceth troubled minds:  
Is known to none but such I say,  
that lack of freedom finds.  
A prisoner bears a simple port, 
Note.   
most glad to pleas and ●lye:  
As subject to the keeper's beck,  
and iellouse Geillors eye.  
Now trasing out a weary walk,  
now wished and quiet stands:  
Now down on knees, now to the clouds,  
loeks up with stretched hands.  
Now listening after happy news,  
now nipped with sorrows old:  
Now sore abashed and brought in mu●s.  
now merry stout and bold.  
Now riepe and ready for to speak,  
now dumb and dare not store:  
Now fearful of each sudden sound,  
and clap of every door.  
Now bend to bear and suffer wrong,  
now full repoesd on right:  
Now feign to fawn on feeble folk,  
now setting all things light.  
These pashons still awakes their sprites,  
that careful captives are:  
Such smart they taste, such bread they bite,  
that feeds on loves of care.  
Yea some are sarud with change of meats,  
yet touch they near a dish:  
But sits like Tantalus in hell,  
and wants what most they wish.  
These twain I trow were not so used,  
but yet when best they sped:  
On heavy morssells mixed with moan,  
their hungry stomachs fed.  
No day stood free from Fortune's foil,  
no hour but norrisht fear:  
Not season served to salve the soars,  
of sooking sorrow there.  
No drink could cool the fury hot,  
of thraldoms thirsty throat:  
Not pleasant Verse nor ditty fraemde,  
to dollars dollfull note.  
No book nor story might revive,  
their drooping dead delight:  
For from the thoughts of thirled hearts,  
are pleasures banished quite.  
To sloth, to sleep and mirthless moods,  
their dompishe days inclined:  
As from the clue of worldly cares,  
should thread of life untwiende.  
Dispiesd the night, abbord the day,  
and hated hour of birth:  
Thought scorn of food & clean forsook,  
the pleasures of the earth.  
Would feign have fit both speech & breath▪  
and loekt when hearts would burst:  
Beleeude they were in mother's womb,  
or else in cradle cursed.  
Though drowsy dread, did death desire,  
and grief sought quick dispatch:  
There was no parting from the place,  
till day discharged the watch.  
We cannot pay our borrowed breath,  
before th'appointed hour:  
The end of strife nor stay of state,  
stands not in people's power.  
The Gods that guides the heavens hie,  
to secret doth behold:  
The fine, and fleeting feeble course,  
of earth and massy mould.  
The heart may heave the breast may blow,  
the body sigh and swelled:  
The face by open sins may show,  
of privy pashons felt.  
But all these storms have little force,  
to rid man's wretched days:  
As by these parties plain I prove,  
throw torment sundry ways.  
Well those from whom the Gods restrain,  
the scope and use of will:  
Must bend the back and vow the joints,  
to bear the burden still.  
And yet no toil nor grief so great▪  
but finds at length some eas:  
There follows after swelling floods,  
a quiet calm Seas.  
By mean of suit and labours long,  
and gracious Prince in deed:  
A sweeter soil these prisoners found,  
that better blood did breed.  
But kept a part as Fortune shaped,  
and so in silent shade:  
(As place and time did licence grant)  
a fresh complaint they made.  
Of crooked chance and strange exstremes:  
that sundered faithful hearts:  
Whose sugared love was ever mixed,  
with baell and bitter smarts.  
And never after like to meet,  
nor set ne eye nor view:  
The one upon the other Lord,  
a mat: mitch to rue.  
Long in the broil of this conflict,  
and battle of the mind:  
They passed their time with bore belief,  
of better hap behind.  
And wearing out with wailings long,  
their weary life God wots,  
And finding haven choked up,  
where passage should be got.  
At anchor under watch and ward,  
in tossed bark they lay:  
From whence there was no quiet means,  
nor hope to scape away.  

Note.  The Lady now for last farewell,  
betook herself to tears:  
And of despair in pierced breast,  
a double porshon bears.  
Her hollow cheeks and daesled eyes,  
declaerde her death was near:  
And bade her keepers to prepare,  
both shrouding sheet and Beer.  
For nature did deny her life,  
her heart was tainted so:  
That cankered thought should comeful soon,  
and make an end of woe.  
Her colour changed her cheerful looks,  
and countenance wanted spreet:  
To sallow ashes turned the hue,  
of beauty's blossoms sweet.  
And dreary dullness had bespread,  
the wearish body throw:  
Each vital vain did flat refuse,  
to do their duty now.  
The blood forsook the wont course,  
and backward 'gan retire:  
And laft the limbs as cold and swarfe,  
as coells that wastes with fire.  
The moisture taken from the tree, 
Note.   
the leaves drops down apace:  
When sap dries up and faills the root,  
the branches lose their grace.  
Some bows you see do flourish fair,  
and grows a goodly height:  
And some by frost and cold air nipped,  
and so are blasted straight.  
As every fruit and flower in field,  
do yield to sudden claps:  
So all that breathes with living soul,  
are subject to mishaps.  
How should this dame desire to live,  
that hourly wore away:  
Who would not shed some tears to see,  
this tender twig decay.  
What stony heart could suffer more,  
and bear with even hand:  
The weary weight of worldly woes,  
and whisk of whipping wand?  
And when she see her hour approach,  
and death his duty crave:  
And she amid her chiefest prime,  
must go to greedy grave.  
She took of world a noble leave,  
and calling for a friend:  
(Who liveth yet and can report,  
how she did make her end)  
She said with loud and comely voice,  
O world I thee forsake:  
I have been here a pilgrim long,  
and now my leave I take.  
Of all thy Pomp and pleasures vain,  
that makes my senses blind:  
Whose glory doth begin with pain,  
and ends with grief of mind.  
In dongon deep of dainty thoughts,  
thou holdest every wight:  
And feeds their foolish fancies still,  
with toys and trifles light.  
Thy prisnar was I born to be,  
and Adam's children all:  
(Like captius here condemned to die)  
must suffer for his fall.  
But now the chains and loathsome links,  
that lay on shoulders weak:  
(And all the bands and clogs of care)  
in shivers small shall break.  
And I from cage shall mount to skies,  
more swift than bird with wing:  
And flicker like a simple dove,  
where shining Angels sing.  
I bring a badge and liurye both.  
that my good master CHRIST:  
Did lean for such as bears his Cross,  
through fogs of worldly miest.  
Yea shaking of▪ this sinful soil,  
me think in Clouds I see:  
Among the perfit choose Lambs,  
a place prepared for me.  
Here is no home nor harbouring house,  
but cabbens built on sand:  
That every pirrie puffeth down,  
or still on props doth stand.  
Our Father's spriteses possess in peace,  
the country that we crave:  
We are but strangers far from hoem,  
that nothing certain have.  
T●ese wear her words and many more,  
which follows as she spoek:  
I d●d ●●o she) by brittle life,  
O Lord, thy wrath provoke,  
For which I now repent me soer,  
and trusting to receive,  
F●●e pardon for my former faults,  
●ar sowll shall body leave.  
My ●aynt and feeble vessayll frayll,  
so fears thy justice great:  
That it appealls from curs of law  
unto thy mercy Seat.  
I am but worms meat well I wots,  
all Flesh is naught but grass:  
To Earth and ashes out of hand,  
must all my pleasures pass.  
I want the force, thou hast the might  
to strive with Death and Hell:  
Thou art the Rock, the corner Stoen,  
the Fountain and the Well.  
From whom the Springs of life must ●  
and unto whom again  
The thirsty soulls, and hungry Hearts:  
for help do trodg a main.  
Who hath been washed in thy Blood,  
is whiter than the Snow:  
O let the streams and floed of grace,  
with favour on me flow.  
In Book of life, let writ good Lord,  
my name among the rest:  
That ordained wear, ear world was made,  
to sleep in Abraham's breast.  
Blot out the bleamish of my brow,  
that at the latter day:  
May strike the con●hens with despair,  
and cloaked crimes bewray.  
G●ue boldness to the bashful spirit,  
that fears from hens to flit:  
M●ke hope and faith now ferm to see,  
great God in glory sit.  

Note.  With closed hand than breast she knocked,  
so gave a sigh and stayed:  
And then conceived some inward joy,  
with cheerful face she said.  
Do mourn no more O trembling soul,  
that knows not where to stay:  
Come from the kaytiffe carrayve corpse,  
and cabin made of clay.  
And look upon the Lamb of God,  
whose death thy randsome paid:  
That blessed babe the virgin's Son,  
that born was of a maid.  
Come silly bird out of the den,  
where nought but darkness is:  
And look on everlasting light,  
and loving Lord of bliss.  
The lusts of flesh and worldly pomp,  
I hope are quentcht in me:  
Throw faith alone from sin and bond,  
I have escaped free.  
And with that word in sine of joy,  
a Salme full loud she sang:  
The sollemp 'noys and sound thereof,  
throughout the chamber range.  
And ending that to prayer straight,  
of her own mind she fallen:  
The slanders by whose tears burst out,  
at this her last farewell.  
Begun to give her comfort than,  
of life and welfare both:  
Yea live I shall and do right well,  
quoth ●he I know for troth.  
But that is in another world,  
the hope of this is gone:  
And reason is it should be so,  
for here there liveth none.  
But seas the vainnes of our state,  
and tastes such torments still:  
That sundry times, they wish themselves,  
from hence with right goodwill.  
Hear is but toil and sweat of brows▪  
and endless labour found:  
And nothing reaped but wretched wrak,  
and broken sleeps unsound.  
Where I shall go I cease from pain,  
and so such joy possess:  
As heart scarce thinks nor head conceives,  
nor tongue may well express.  
Than hold your peace, knit up your talk,  
and trouble not the spirit:  
That draws from hence and hopes it is,  
for better place more meet.  
A Lady thoe that virtue lykte,  
and there some credit had:  
Replied and said O noble dame,  
in deed you are to sad.  
These pangs shall pass, these fits shall fade,  
and all these pashons dye,  
As they have done when you full often,  
in such like sort d●d lie.  
O Madam speak no moer of that,  
my time draws on (quoth she)  
I shall not dye, but make exchange,  
of breath and life I s●e.  
The Glass is run, the clock will strike,  
Death doth approach a pace:  
My course is done, the judge draws near,  
to sit upon my case:  
Not longer here I may abide,  
the packing day is come:  
Death bids me now unarm myself,  
and here the mortal drum.  
That calls me hence, as naked sure,  
as to the world I came:  
The course of Nature shoes me to,  
that earth and dust I am.  
The Harrold of long home is sent,  
to Summon me in haste:  
Than stay me not for in that point,  
both tears and words you waste:  
Yet ear I part, good friends (quoth she)  
behold what hope I have:  
And note what faith and badge of Christ,  
I carry to my grave.  
And mark, how I confess with mouth,  
that Christ hath shed his Blood  
For me, and those that erst in sta●t,  
of deep damnation stood.  
And by his passion I am saved,  
and not by my deserts:  
But by the help of him that knows,  
the thoughts of secret hearts.  
Now staying here, she loekt about,  
and to a Knight she spaek:  
And him desired with humble words,  
that he the pains would take:  
To show the prince what past her mouth▪  
O tell him sir quoth she:  
This is the suit and last request,  
that must be made by me.  
Unto his highness whose estate,  
our blessed Lord maintain:  
And pray him to forgive me now,  
for I confess ●●t plain.  
I made a ●ault, and sore offence▪  
when I against his will:  
Estranged myself from his good grace,  
for any hope or skill.  
But from my birth unto this day,  
my heart and thought was clear:  
From breach of subjects duty sure,  
and I protest it here.  
I never meant nor purpoesd yet,  
in word in deed nor thought:  
Not harm (nor lodged one ill consayt,  
nor spark of evil sought)  
To him as God may witness bear▪  
to that which now I speak:  
Save now alas by oversight,  
of foul fancies weak.  
I feel and find the price thereof,  
and suffer for the same:  
An open check and privy plaeg,  
and pyn●ching public blaem.  
I hope his highness hath forgoet,  
the fault I did commit:  
And as he is a noble Prince,  
in regal throen to sit▪  
And judge his subjects causis all,  
so hope I of his grace.  
He will receive my children poor.  
and help there heavy case.  
O God forbid for mothers' fault,  
the children should a buy:  
Not grain of grodg, nor ground of gyell,  
in guiltless baebs doth lie.  
I do bequeath them now qd she,  
unto the Princis hands:  
In hope the favour that they find,  
shall eas the fathers bands,  
My nature shoes a morning cheer.  
to part from them God knows:  
For children find small comfort here.  
when he●s the mother goes.  
If God move not the Prince's mind,  
to pity there estate:  

Note.  Now as this Lady did at large,  
about her baebs debate.  
Upon her deer bought jewel than.  
she cast her only thought.  
Yea for whose sake and great good will.  
she was in trouble brought.  
And pausing on this matter throw,  
a heavy sigh she gave.  
O good sir knight said she to one,  
a thing of you I crave.  
Commend me to my worthy friend,  
and bid him comfort take:  
And heep in God and Prince's grace▪  
though I do world forsake.  
He may do well and freedom get▪  
but me you shall not meet:  
Till from the cave of pampered flesh,  
departs his groaning spirit.  
Whiles life I had I honoured him,  
and safely kept my vow:  
As life did bind me his in all,  
so death doth louse me now.  
From him and all my worldly ioye●,  
but though my friend I leave.  
On high where dwells a greater friend,  
(if hope not me disseave.)  
I trust to see his baebs and him,  
and though much grief hit is:  
To leave them here in bitter baell▪  
yet noet I go to bliss.  
Where is no mind of combros caers,  
nor cause of sorrows known:  
O tell him that above I hope,  
theas storms shallbe o'er blown▪  
And as a skrowll is lapped up,  
yea so shall all things here:  
(When sowlt shallbe immortal made)  
unto our view a peer.  
No soener of the sowll she spoek,  
but soddayn ●hang began:  
In loeks and limbs of deadly shoe,  
with colour paell and wan.  
The eyes did staer the body stretch,  
the strength and force did fail:  
The teeth they chattred in the cheeks, 
A right figure of Death.   
the hands did quaek and quayll.  
The mouth did ●●em the head did shaek,  
the flesh it quiured fast:  
The feet war● cold the face did sweated,  
full swift the pol●s past.  
The heart did heave and beaten in breast,  

A pattern of death.  the breath lyk earth did sent:  
At ears and nose the styeffled goest,  
and victual life sought vent,  
Though gasping breath brought pashons on,  
and gripped her heart full hard:  
Yet showed she throw those sharp assaults,  
to friend a great regard.  
And calling for a box of rings,  
among them choes she wone:  
In which was set by cunning aert,  
a rich and precious stone.  
Hold carry this qd she good Sire,  
to my deer noble Knight:  
He can remember what that stoens,  
presents unto his sight:  
The other token that I sand,  
hit is a weighty ring:  
Best lykt and dearest boght God wots,  
of any earthly thing.  
And when you shall give him this gift,  
de●yer him well to mind:  
The little imps the pretty souls,  
the b●●bs I leave behind.  
And bid him bring them up in fear,  
of God and Prince I say:  
Lo that is all I do require,  
of him my dying day.  
I have no gold to sand my baebs,  
but blessing I them give:  
Which God confirm with grace good sto●r,  
As long as they shall live.  
O yet there is another ring,  
which lo my love must ●e:  
Where is my picture: death I mean,  
and tell my friend from me,  
That I as cold and senseless toe,  
shallbe in little space:  
As is that shadow dom and deaff,  
and spreetles shaep of face.  
This don she turned her head a syed,  
and bard them all faerwell.  
Twear good quoth she in syen of death▪  
I hard the passing bell,  
For such as live may pray the whiel,  
and know when bell doth towll.  
Into the bowels of the earth,  
the body partts from sowll.  
Yet meet they shall when trumpet 'sounds▪  
and that the dead aryes.  
And both together shall ascend,  
I hope to starry Skies.  
With this began the battle fears,  
between her lyef and death.  
Lyek g●●st she lay, whyells heart did groen▪  
and mouth gaept wyed for breath.  
Than said she Lord in to thy hands,  
I do commend my spirit.  
And so herself cloesed up her eyes,  
and hid her head in sheet.  
And went away lyk enfantt young,  
clean void of storm or raeg.  
Or lyk a body fawlls a sleep,  
that can not speak for aeg.  
Thus breathless lay this Lady now,  
lyk weighty lomp of clay,  
(That erst had lyef and feeling force)  
and past lyk slowre a way.  
But when the news of this was brought,  
unto her playffeers cares:  
Which roering voice and blobbred eyes,  
there goeshed out such tears,  
That wytnest well with outward scion,  
what woe he felt within.  
And truly told when she did end,  
his doll●r did begin.  
Bereft of sleep, and ro●bd of rest,  
he roemed up and down,  
And cast of ●●eds of worldly pomp  
and clapped on mourning gown.  
Not eas nor pleasures could possess,  
nor feel the taest of meat.  
Resolved to pyens and ●●arue himself,  
his griess they wear so great,  
No council could him comfort long,  
and still aloen he drew,  
To morn and moen to howll and cry,  
and make complaint a nue.  
And worn away with●wofull sighs,  
when sorrow helped not.  
At length the lief must be sustained,  
with some relief you wots.  
But how he takes this mischief yet,  
and how the matter goeth:  
H●t passeth far my reach and wit,  
to jove I tell you troeth,  
His Lady g●n as you have hard,  
wh●n days and years wear spent,  
In thraldom long, yet after that,  
was better for●uen sent.  
For 〈◊〉 to princes grace again▪  
〈◊〉 came by blessed chance:  
And so he lyus in open world,  
where virtue may advance:  
Both him and many thousands moer,  
that noble lives do lead,  
And wyesly walk with upright minds,  
and steps of honour tread.  
Lo here you Daems of high renown,  
a ladies death set out:  
whose lief for faith full few shall find,  
that seeks wyed world about.  
To God and Prince repentant sure,  
to world a mirror bright:  
Whearfoer with tongue and true report,  
resound her prays a right.  
¶ FINIS.   

The Roed made by Sir william Druery Knight, into Skotland, from the East Seas to the West (with sundry Gentlemen of good calling) for the reformation of such causes as the Queen's Majesty and her Council thought convenient. In the xiii year of the reign of our sovereign Lady Queen Elizabeth.  

The names of the Captains and Gentlemen in his company.  
Sir Thomas Manners.  
Sir George Cary.  
Sir Robert Constable.  
S●r Jerome Bowe●.  
M. William Knowls'.  
M. Henry C●ry.  
M. Robert Knowll.  
M. Michael Carry.  
Captain Carry.  
Captain carvel.  
Captain Austell.  
Captain Edington.  
M. Edmond Varney.   

My Lord of Sussex ●or●eys I set out in my second book.  MY Lord of Sussex, now lord chamberlain, having finished two famous and notable roeds into Sko●lande, which I have written of (as chargeable as painful, & of no small credit & policy) rested a season at Ba●wyck, by reason of a sickness taken by overmuch travel of body & mind in the service rehearsed, & reposing himself in that town for the benefit of health thought necessary (in the present exploits & service expected) to institute another general for the execution of such matters as he himself would gladly have taken in hand, if sickness had permitted: and because each gentleman soldier & several bands should dutifully obey (in all points & warlike order) the nue general choose for this purpose, my Lord of Sussex made an oration in such form ● manner as thoroughly explayned the whole substance of the service, the unsurety of the season, the difficult dealing of divers adversaries, and uttered the excellencies of an Orator. At whose eloquence the heerars rather stowed astonied than unsatisfied in any point or parssell, wherein he opened the bowels of rebellion, the practies of enemies, and subborning of traitors, and earnestly persuaded every 〈◊〉 mind, to be mindful of his Prince and country, in the liberty whereof, both life and living is always to be offered, after which Oration as custom is (for service past, and things to come) he made these knights that here are mentioned, Sir William Drury, Sir Thomas Manners, Sir George Care, and Sir Robert Constable, and placing the General in full authority, he committed them to God and the good conduct of their Chieftain: then presently with professed obedience each man desired to do a days service, to venture his life, to shed his blood, or show his duty. Whereupon, and as great & weighty cause moved, my Lord of Sussex commanded them to march forward, & so they did, & made that night a greater march than was looked for, & yet no less speed than was needful: by which forwardness, sudden exercises of Arms (& a brute blown abroad of a more sooner departure) the enemies were discouraged & hindered of their ho●p, & our men made masters of the field, and possessed in a manner their wish & desired hap, at the lest taking advantage of the time, they prevented the push of a perilous & present policy, & avoided the danger of a troublous time to come. For the enemy regarding our readiness & desire of encounter with them, retired so fast backward, that all their labour was lost which they took in hand before. And now were they somewhat abashed that before used overmuch boldness, yet in doubtful balance stood the weight of this journey, considering what followed by the fyennes or falsehood of double meaning friends (beside the dangers incident to the hazards of Fortune) Our people being thought at the first to be great in number, 
Note.  wear suffered to march where they pleased, but the enemy advertised of our small power, not only like chafed Boars began to pluck up the bryssells, but also bruited abroad we were taken in a pitfold & had need of a triple company to accomplish the exploit taken in hand. And after our power had passed ●denbrogh towards the force of the adversaries, the secret practisiens of mischief in the town, set suddenly on our Lackkeiss: and such of the train as could not conveniently follow the Camp with expedition, 
Note.  were in danger to fall in the fury of those bloodsuckers the delighted in slaughter, who sought by subtlety to bring poor weaklings to the mercy of the sword. But this boldness & audacious dealings, hindered no whit the hope of our general, nor broke no piece of our purposed matter, for our Camp though it was but little, took great regard of their safety & honour, & known that the enemy's espials slept no more than their sleights, nor nothing was kept more awaken than their common consent, for our destruction, Which made us so vigilant & careful, that every man was bend to ●eare of the brunt of this business to the uttermost, with the policy of h●d, peril of body, or hazard of life: and kept themselves so fa●t linkked together, that it seemed a thing impossible to break their order or daunt their courage, being resolved to try by sword and service the worst or best, that fortune could do. And so marched onward as boldly & with as great a show as nothing could have been a let and impediment to their purposed enterprises. At the view whereof the enemies were not only amazed but likewise stricken in such fear they witted not what was best to be done, & finding their devices ●is●iffred & over taken, (& their force & people, but weakly guided.) They invented to cast another compass and so to frame by falsehood & treason a readier way for the execution of their wyeles & wicked wills, as hereafter you shall perceive when I come to touch the particulars. Our camp neither spared pains, nor no exersies of arms all this season, and so approaching many places on the sudden, they made the enemy retire & raised the siege of sundry Towns as Glasko & others which were to long to rehearse, 
The Duke chattilleroy wa● at this ●ee●e and 〈◊〉 away discouraged.  yet always as mildly and quietly as was possible in their passage outward they behaved themselves: defferring the punishing of false brethren & deceivable enemies, till the return of the camp homeward again If god so should suffer. And being masters of the field and emboldened to march forwards by the happy suckcesse of their labours, they made as great speed as they might to be at Dombrit●ain there to finish by fight or favourable fortune, the greatest hazard & toil of this dangerous journey. And now was it come to the utter extremity that either the enemy must deeply dissemble & work some treasonable train, or openly stand at defence & point of the sword. Whereupon they made a show & s●yne of great amity, & cloaking pretenced malice under a parley & communication of peace, they seemed to mislike no matter that was ministered. As though they agreed to have an unity & reformation for civil wars & disorder crept in the common wealth by caviling & quarrelous people, & offering in a manner all security & trust for the safe meeting of the lord Fleming & sir William Drury, who should thoroughly talk & debate of things than most necessary & convenient (to be amended, or at the lest wise spoken off) So our general condessended to see what fruit this flourishing friendship would yield. And giving occasion of good liking & no suspicious handling of this business. Sir William Drury prepared himself to go a part from his power, offering to be armed or unarmed. Always providing if any of the enemies had issued out of the town (for a train & false practies) he had a sufficient band ready, to resist all mischiefs that might follow So as the marshal manner is of meetings for such purpose, the Lord Fleming and our general pressed in place, as all kind of doubts & dangers stood void & clear of suspicion & free from all fear. But the lord Fleming contrary to our hope & against the law of arms, by cautel & subtle sort had closely laid a bayte to betray Sir William Drury or caused twain of his Soldiers at the very instant of meeting to shoot of their pieces, & thinking by the death of the general, a general disorder would follow to further the good fortune of the faithless flock & deceitful dealars. And in deed for truth, our general was no sooner in danger upon trust, but this treason was put in proof & present practice, for two several shot wear suddenly discharged full in the face of Sir william Druery & the enemies miss but a little, the only mark they shot at. Notwithstanding Sir william Dreury (as one resolved to revenge injury & falsehood) stowed so stoutly to his own business, that he shot of both his Dags, to the discourage and infamy of this unlordly enterprise, and with a loud voice made a vow, that this lewd fact should not long escape unrevenged. The Lord Fleming like a Fo● to the hoel, withdrew him to his hold, & our general came orderly, & without harm from this hateful hazard & unaccustomed entertainment of wars And being retired in safety & the matter well digested, a marvelous mormour and furious talk arose in our Camp among the whole multitude, and every honest heart hated this haerbrayne & hasty disorder, harboured and hatched ●n the bowels of a Crokadyll. And surely this powder made such a smodder & smoek, 
Note.  that sundry stout stomachs were stirred to anger, & set on a very flame by the heat there of And one of the chief (& best credit next the general) slept out & declared, that it was a dishonour to suffer a General to so worthy a band (& in the service of so mighty a Prince) so used & deryded, and for that no such filthy fact should sleep in silence nor pass unpunished, he would leave to the posterity an example thereof for ever. Whereon he earnestly desired the generals licence, that he might sand an Harrold of Arms to the Lord Fleming, to know the cause of this unwarlyke demeanour, and further (quoth he) it becometh better m●n● estate (because I am now under this General) than the General himself, to try out this quarrel by combat and defiance of fight. And more noble it was, that a gent●lman Soldier should stand in those questions, than a General, considering his calling and office. To the which offer good persuasion, the General gave this answer. I have my dear frynd Sir Georg Care, great thanks to give you in this behalf: Albeit for the greatness of your mind my thanks is to small a recompense, but it stands me upon to sea●tch out theas matters to the uttermoest, and so I w●ld, wear not my Commission and charge as you know otherways to be employed: yet since your suet is so reasonable (and the hoel company and law of arms alows hit) I grant you your request, and thearin do as best shall seem to your birth and exstimation, Sir George Cary (desirous of honour, and to see treachery rebuked) straightways devised a letter to be sent out of hand whiles things wear fresh in memory, and written such matter as he minded to stand unto what ever should happen: the effect of wohes letter follows word by word, as the writtar himself drew it out and delivered it to the Herald in the presens of a number.  
¶ The letter of sir George Cary.  
LOrd Fleming, if either your birth or bringing up had wrought in you a noble mind or estimation of credit, hardly would you have so much forgotten and stained your Honour, as in a parley of late with our General you did. At whom vildly and unhonorably shoeting you falced that assurance of war, which soldiers submit themselves unto: And trained him to your treason under trust, a thing heretofore not accustomed, nor presently to be allowed of. He assuredly pretending your own and your friends good, commodity to your country, and quietness to the state, Twice abased and submitted himself, coming to confer with you thereof: But your pride, joined 〈◊〉 harmful meaning, to those that you profess best unto, and selfewilful vain glory, without cause why, refused that which reason and honour commanded you to have done? Therefore because his calling is presently with his charge better than yours, and mine not inferior. I summon you, reasonably to excuse that fault supposed to be yours, or else to maintain that traitorous act with your person against mine in fight when, where, or how you dare. Otherwise I will bas●ull your good name sound with the trumpet your dishonour, & paint your pictor with the heels upward, & beat it in despite of yourself. In the mean time I attend your answer. From Glasco the xxii. of May. 1570.  
Subscribed, George Carey.  
¶ The copy of the Lord Flemings answer.  
GEorge Cary, I have received your brainless letter, making mention of my false & treasonable dealing against your General in sho●ting under trust, so vildly against my Honour & truth traitorously trained him under my trust, which is altogether false & untrue. And howbeit your General came by the house of Dunglas, by my appointment, which I suffered & I appointed one place of 〈◊〉, ●i●e men of either party, which he refused, and he departed and certain of his company came bragging up the river side towards the house, v●w●●g the same, and the ground thereabouts, 〈◊〉 your 〈◊〉 against the same. I could do no less but present you with su●● as I had. Whereas you writ of your Genera●s calling to be presently better than mine▪ and yours not inferior, when your General challengeth me thereof, I shall give answer: And as for you, I will not be inferior to a better than you, or any soldier under your General's charge. Whereas you summon me, as you call it, reasonably to excuse that fault supposed to be mine own, or else to maintain that traitorous act with my person against yours: you shall wit, I have Gentlemen of Honour servant soldier to me, as you are to your General, which may be your fellows, shall defend the same against you & your false & untrue invented writing, & were not the charge I present, or how soon I can be relieved of the same, I should lowly my person, to meet you six english miles fro any other person. How be it you be but one Soldier, assure yourself from this day forth, I will not receive no such vain invented message, for I have little to do with english men, you may ray●e upon my honourable name as you please. You shall have as honourable gentlemen as yourself against you weighting. Take this for answer.  
john L. Fleming.  
LOrd Fleming often the Flemings after noon answers, smelleth more of wine then wit. But as to that common crime, the custom of their country yieldeth them part of pardon: so your common acquaintance, with the same condition known to be very great, shall to me somewhat excuse your witless writing, wherein first you disallow my right recital of your traitorous dealing, by terming it false & untrue, for answer, know this, the truth my pen hath written, by the witness of a number. And my hand I vow shall maintain the same before the world at all times: but you in denying it, have both falseli & uniusth lied in your throat, & dare neither defend nor disprove, that in deeds, which in words you have done, whereas you written that our general passed Dunglas. By your appointment which you suffered. Therein you do manifestli say unhonorabli & untruly for that you had no knowledge of our first coming, but saluted us with your shot, & we likewise scirmeshed with your men, even at their own strength, until we viewed the ground about at our pleasure. And touching the appointment of six of either part, easily that may be known, to be a plain lie, seeing we had neither parley nor conference with you before, to appoint place or meeting But whereas you say you could do no less, but present us with such as you had, therein you confess, and acknowledge the dishonour & treason that I charged you with all, taking upon yourself that fault which I supposed to have been of your servants, for our general retired his company far from him. And his trumpet being with you, approached himself alone to have parled when under trust you discharged two Hargubusses against him, an act rather seemly for a cowardly traitor, than one that professeth to be a soldier, finally whereas you let me wit that you have Gentlemen of honour, servant soldiers to you that may be my fellows, which should defend the challenge that toucheth so near yourself, as with honour you should not have refused it. First I think scorn to be any ways inferior to you, though but a soldier, to honourable a name for you being better in birth and unstained with reproach as you have been Secondly, I have more and as good Gentlemen under my conduct, as you have under your charge, which shall answer as many as you can bring, if with number you mean to combat, and will put them to that which you dare not do yourself. But assure you, my quarrel shall remain everlasting, except the proof of your own person against mine may end it, and when you shall dare, come out of your crows nest, I will be ready to ride an hundredth Skottish miles, to meet with you in any indifferent place, and until that time I shall accounted you devoid of honesty, and honour unworthy to march upon ground or to keep company with men. From Hamelton the. 29. of May. 1570.  
Subscribed George Car●y.  
Though many ways were wrought by message and threatenings to move the Lord Fleming to defend with battle the fault and folly committed, yet he put on such a vizard of rebuke & shameless countenance that he faced out the matter, & shifted of the combat, by su●h silly sleights & subtlety, that all the awdience might wonder at the weakness of his courage, & the enemies clapping themselves in safeguard, gave an occasion to our men to lo●s no further time about remediless matters. For there could nothing grow on this business at that season, but cold & ●aer skirmishes, neither honourable nor worthy the tarrying for, as by trial fallen out afterwards. Theas things ended and order taken for our return from Donbri●taine the Camp marched homewards, & coming to Glas●o where our power reposed themselves a whiel, & either than or soen after they besieged Hammulton castle & took hit, wherein there was the bishop of saint Andros son, 
Battered And rendered.  Lord Davi, son to to the Duke Shattilleroy, & sundry gentlemen of Scotland, and this castle subdued and blown up was a terror to the rest, that as yet our camp had not viseted, and for the more ●●en of victory the general brought from this castle a dozen good bras pieces which now remain in England. Eatch thing rendered and put under the commandment and pleasure of our general at Hammulton, from thence, the camp marched to many placis of importance, & overthrow housis and pallacis that belonged to any notorios enemy or falsefyer of promise & fidelity. Among the rest was the Dueks house bornt a staetly and delicaet palace and three or four miles about the same, was ransaekt and spoiled with ●laem and fire. A pyell called Netherrey, the Lord Seactons' house was by the enemies fortified and yet the lady of the castle was glad to make humble petition on her knees for the General's favour, and after her suet and submission, she kissed the keys of the aforesaid seat, and deliured them from her, by which humility she found favour at the General's hand, conditionally that a Baron should be bond with her that this castle should ever hereafter be at the devotion of the Queen's Majesty our mestres, and so the band was made and order taken. Another place called Commernawd, 
Chery.  the Lord Flemmings chief house was yielded upon great suet made to the general who too the like band and order therefore as was taken of Netherrey, The Lady Liddington, great with child mistrusting herself (or her husband's double dealings towards our country) in great fear began to flee. But Sir William D●ury héering thereof, sent her word he came not to make wars with women, but rather to sho pity to the weak and comfortless, & thereupon she stayd & had no further harm, I have kept this in stoer as a thing to be thoroughly con●ithered, wi●h is the coming to L●●●hoe, & the usaeg thereof done only for a special point of seuer●●●e, & to terrify the stobborn stomachs & inconstantnes of proud people. The General having entered the town called for the Provost, and commanded him to prepare with all expedition to receive a just plaege and correction thorough the whole town for treason, and unpardonable offencis committed. And deeclaring that the inhabitants thereof had suckored and supported traitors to our country contrary to the leagues & quietness of the realms of England and Skotland, and for that cause he was fully resolved to overthrow that town and receptakul of traitors, and so commanded each Captain and soldier what so ever they were under his charge to see due execution on that which he purposed, 
Provision ●as made for t●e preservation of sick people, m●n▪ women, and children.  and taking good regard that the goods thereof should not be possessed by English soldiers, nor lost or cast away by vehemency of fire, he willed the provost to appoint a place convenient to bring the said goods unto, which might be employed to the Scots men's use and commodity. And the General granted upon his own cor●tezy every noble man's lodging and captains house to be free from horning. The enemies all this season beholding a far of the suckses of theas matters. Thus as the day and hour approtched for this determined execution, caem the Earl Mortton as intercessor, to entreat and sue for pardon if favour might be porchased, and the Earll Mortton brought before the General a multitude of wailing people, whose mourning and piteous cries was perssing & importu●aet. The General hearing there requests answered For many causes the town ought to be destroyed, consythering how divers enemies (who's proud practices wear not to be suffered) had always there a common resort and conference, and further quoth he the corttezy that is showed to such placis of repair hath emboldened, the rest of Skotlande to use wepen violence and secret villainies to the prejudice of God's glory, hindrance of the weal public and breach of good laws and pollecies. Wherefore said he to the warning of thousands, and example of many, hit w●s fit & moest meet (in that case of exstremitie) to race ou● such monuments of mischiefs: and harbour of wicked conspiracies, and especially that town having crakked credit in a bloody action before, deserved now double afflicttion. Well yet notwithstanding for all theas earnest and threatening words of Sir William Drury, the people of all sorts so pressed about him, and made such pitiful cries and 'noys (with children lying on the ground sukking of their mother's breasts,) that he was inwardly moved to rue on there wretched estaet, and albeit in sundry seruesis before divers Skots men had naghtelly discharged certain shot at him (peradventure by the practies of some there in presence) yet was he content upon such conditions as he thought good to receive the town of Lithco to mercy, And ordained by sure band and promise that the provoest and chiefest of government there should follow the camp, and at all times apeer when they wear called for at Barwyk, and there to submit themselves their town and goods to the clemency of the Queen's highness, or such order as my Lord of Sussex by her consent thought necessary, to which bands and conditions they of Lithco agreed, & for that there regent was slain and none than instituted (to whom they had given faith of allegiance) they confessed that none might command them an● way without licence of him that ●ound them in this servitude to whom both there promise and obligation was passed, and at this day as by their app●rancies hath been proved they are not discharged of this homage and duty, 
〈◊〉. A ●oet of journey to ●e●ell.  to knit up theas matters (and revenge some injuries the Duke Chattilleroy had offered) A house, of the Duke's house in 〈◊〉, was blown in the air with powder. ●●thco● ●roght in obedience as you have hard unto some other parts of importance they marched, and casting the worst of mischiefs that might fortune (consythering heir small number, and the great practices were gone about to supplant their doings,) they thought not good to enter Edenbroeghe without standing so sure on their guard that they needed not to doubt any double or crooked measure, Which sure handling of the matter did not only show the d●u●se●s thereof to have good conduit and experience: but in deed also eschewed an inconvenience, as ill as a mischief. For the enemies had finely by fraud and cunning wrought such a feat (thorough the device of a fray to be made in the suburbs) that a great murder had burst out suddenly, and no small bloodshed had been set a brotch by the same, if God and good guiding of the people had not avoided these harms, and eminent danger, And to be plain some inward moshon moved the General so suspiciously, 
Sir Thomas Manners & two numbers under oen A●seent Of footmen was sent before to s●ay the gates.  that he sent to the gaets at their first arrival and there prevented the porposed conspiracy, and no soenner entering the town, but our whole power kept themselves in order to clear the streets and command the inhabitants the better, So consuming the night they stood on their guard as the ca●e required. And when the morning was come Sir William Drury, (smelling out a pad in the straw, & a fowl flaem covertly hidden) demanded justice, and straight punishment for such things as he would truly lay to the charges of some of the towns men, and told them if remedy were not soon provided, and satisfaction made for the follies and owtraeg committed, he would be quickly revenged to the displeasuer and shaem of all the maintainers of this mad and mischievous presumsion, after which words & when things wear weighed to the weight of the cause, the town delivered the General certain malefactors to be executed and ordered by his discretion, he seeing their submission, mercifully and frankly sent them away to their Captains, and so these broylls were pacified and brought to a better fraem and uniformity. Now here is somewhat to be spoken of in the happy ●uckses of this little band, if therein the disdainful misconstrued not my meaning, and wresting troeth to flattery (by consayt of envious glorious minds) might mormur at the virtue and valour of those who this matter toucheth, Wherefore I commit the judgement of this journey to such as hath been or would be in the like hazard and service, yet mind I not to leave out any point or piece that may redound to these soldiers renown and estimation, because I would have their prayeses equally distributed among the favourers of virtue and deservers of good fortuen, I have a litt●l seen and somewhat read, but seldom hard and known a company so vni●ed and knit together, so obedient to discipline of war, and so peaceable in all respects and porpoises, yea surely hit is to be proved that some of good birth and calling refused no serviceable labour and toyll if the General but only made a baer syen or show of his determinant mind, And throw out the camp with a mutual love and inclination, they seemed to bear a general burden, as every member there had been a natural framed instrument to the use of one body, And to foster and nourish this ●r●e of men in the marshal art and rules of war was there prescribed good and quiet orders, and a proclamation made that no man should take any thing by violence nor without pleasing the people for the same. And further, if any found himself grieved, he was commanded to repair for redress to the General and his officers: whose care and study was always ready to minister justice, 
Two fawlters punished.  as there whole doings declared, and namely at Lyt●●oe & Glaskoe▪ where two English soldiers wear severally p●nyshed: The one in deed by intercession of the Lords and Gentlemen, was saved from hanging, and the other was whipped, as the merits of the man did require. Now▪ having sheawed you the manner and order of this camp, and touched lightly in brief the substance of such matter as I think worthy the penning, I will show you of their marching homewards. When they had rested a while in ●denborogh, they went towards Seatton, the Lord Seattons chief house, where the Lady of that soil in like sort (as before is mentioned) presented the keys of that place to the General, who made not only a redelyverie thereof, but also gave the Lady the house and all that belonged thereunto, to her great contentation and his no little good report. A journey after this was taken in hand to Anderweeke, with intent to overthrow the same also, yet on the suet and bonds of divers Gentlemen, the place was spared from spoil and punishment, and the offenders received to remission. And than as occasion▪ sought to finish their travail, they dru● near the borders of England, spending about these things but xxiiii. days at the uttermost, a journey to be noted, and worthy to be registered in perpetual memory. ●ere may you behold what a willing and valiant company may do in little time, and what overthrows and plagues are sent by God's provision, to such as breaketh the bounds of blessed orders, and forgettes the duty to common wealths and christianity. Thus in simple ●roes I have drawn out this service not minding therewith to elevate or pouffe up with overweening the minds of any one person that this giveth commendation unto, nor meaning to disgrace no enemy, for that season against whom this journey was made. But this is written only to set forth truly and plainly the acts and affairs of our time, that such as list to argue and reason thereof, shall be the better instructed of every doubt or certainty belonging to such a disputation. So far you well.  
FINIS.   

Sir Simon Burleigh Tragedy, who lived in the xi. year of King Richard the second. ●oke Frozard the last part. Fo. 108.  

AM I of blood, or yet of byrih so base,  
O Baldwin now, that thou forgettest my name  
Or doth thy pen, want cunning for that case.  
Or is thy skill, or sensis fawllen lame,  
Or dost thou fear, to blaze abroad my fame:  
O show sum cause, wherefore I sit in shade,  
And why is thus, my Tragedy unmade.  
Who thinks great scorn, in silence still to sleep,  
And one whose fall, a world may wail and weep   

Did Bocace live, or Lidgate wright again,  
Same hope were left, my lantern should have light  
If any one, that had a Poettes vain.  
Known half my life, or had my case in sight,  
In colours fine, I should be painted right.  
But gaping grave, and gnawing worms below,  
Snapped Bocace up, and Lidgate long ago  
And Poettes sleep▪ within Parnassus mount,  
Where lo of me, they make but small account.   

O Bawldwin yet, what blot was in my brow.  
That made the blush, or fear to writ my fall:  
With what offence, can world cum charge me now  
That I may not, for Baldwins favour call.  
Yea dared I claim, the help of Poettes all,  
I dought their skill, could scarcely show in deed,  
In this behalf, the cunning that doth need.  
Well Baldwin well, if hedeles men might chide,  
I know what check, & blame should Balwin bide.   

How couldst thou read, in stories any while,  
And so skip ●er, my life and destney strange:  
Thou know'st, how hap, one me full long did smile.  
And that my state, stood free from doubt of change,  
I sprung not forth, of such a simple grange:  
That I should devil, in dust from mind of men,  
Whilst others are, set out by art of pen.  
Thou dost me wrong, wherefore the wound to heel  
(That sloth hath made,) To Churchyard I appeele   

Let him be judge, of all my doings throw,  
Let him unfold, 
Sir Simon Burley complains to him that knows what sorrow means.  my fortune sweet or sour:  
Yea unto him▪ I tell my sorrows now.  
Whose restless hand, is writing every hour,  
And so I leave, the Baldwin in thy bower.  
Of laurel leaves, where thou mayst sit and see,  
At open view, what Churchyard writes of me.  
But err he takes, in hand this work of mine:  
I tell my tale, with weeping blubbering ●yeu.   

give ●are good friend and here what I shall say, 
Noet.   
And for the while, set all affairs aside:  
But sure I fear, to short I find the day.  
To show my gre●e, that hardly can I ●ide,  
Yet throw I go, and hope with happy iioe.  
Though hapless wound hath blown my bark about,  
And dangers deep, did drive my days in doubt.  
Since calm is cum, and quiet ●ase I have:  
Hear his complaint the late crept out of grave.   

How should I speak, that holds my head in hand  

Though dead men speak not there is a mean to utter griefs by degrees.  (Which senseless scalp, both life & speech hath lost)  
Yet out of breast, though hedles here I stand.  
I may blaze forth, the greves of groaning ghost:  
As from the seas, that is with torments tos●e.  
Comes roaring 'noys, when calms full quiet are;  
So breath I 〈◊〉, from breast my broiling care.  
Though head be of, a smoking fume proceeds,  
From quaking neck, & gushing veins that bl●des.   

Hear him I say, whose bowels speaks alone,  
And wants in deed, both use of tongue and wit:  
Hear him that must, by arte cum make his mo●e.  
And lacks therefore, the members meet and fit,  
Hear him that groans, & howls from hollow pit.  
Here him whose voice, doth give a fearful sound,  
Hear him that long, lay rotten in the ground.  
hear him whose plaint, may pierce the lofty skies,  
And for thy aid, and english versis ●ryes.   

As naked sure, as he was lapte in sheet,  
With deadly looks, and gristly staring hare:  
Not like a man, but like a monstrous spirit.  
Scent from the pit, to whisper in thine ear,  
And make the muse, of world an other where.  

Not friends nor birth can bear of mischance  For here as time, doth softly steal away,  
So life and land, and all things doth decay.  
No birth nor blood, nor flocks of friends prevails,  
When sturdy storms, strikes down our stately sails   

The ship must sway, aside or sink in seas,  
That shaken is, with shocking surges still:  
The grenest grass, that grows in goodliest leas.  
To parching heat, 
A man daily assaulted with sorrows, yields of force to destruction.  must yield by reason's skill,  
What slene can stay, that rowlith down the hill.  
What foot can stand, the fortune daily trips, whips.  
What living wight, can scape her skorging  
No sooner out of shell or mother's lap:  
But subject strait to sorrow and mishap.   

The life 〈◊〉 sum▪ most sweetly do embrace,  
To troubled tears, doth turn or we be aware  
We are in love, with fond Narcissus face.  
And d●ound ourselves, in the whereon we stare  
And feed the flesh, so long with dainty fare.  
That belly swells, 
One plague overthrows many pleasures.  or stomach belchith up,  
The liquor sweet, that came from spiced cup.  
One days disgrace, doth breed an endless sore:  
And poise us ●ame, for all things passed before.   

Yet climbing up the tree of tickle trust,  
We streache the arm, as far as reach may go:  
Disguised with pomp, and pampered up with lust.  
We gaze aloft and never looks belo,  
Till hatchet comes, 
Till the falling blow be given, the tree on triumph standeth▪  and gives the falling blo.  
Then crack it cries, and all in shivers flies,  
That many a day, was mounting to the skies.  
One stroke throws down, a thousand ●owes withal,  
And such as climb, are crushed by sudden fall.   

Was I not one, that in top Galland stood  
And bore great sway, with him that ruled the roast:  
Was not my house, sprung out of gentel blood  
And was not I, long time in favour most:  

Sir Simon brought up at skole with the price of wales & Acquitaine.  Yes sure I was, and thereof make I boast.  
At skole brought up, with prince of peerless race  
A playfeere long, with him in every place.  
My childhood wan, such love & liking great,  
That in mine age, I sat in Senate seat.   

Was not my sire, about a king estemde,  
And highly placed (wherbi he purchased praise)  
And near the king, in favour as it seemed.  

Into Galatia to cast ●et Don Pet●● king of Castle Sir Simon was 〈…〉 of ●hese●●● for that purpose.  Yea much made of, full long before my days  
Was not I sent, Embaster sundry ways.  
And did not I, my duty every hour,  
With pain & purse, as far as stretched my power.  
The world well knows, what service I have done,  
And by the same, what honour I have won.   

My manhood made, mine enemies fly like sheep,  

He appeased an uproar in the city of London.  (Before the Wolf that watcheth for his prey)  
My wisdom did, in peace the commons keep.  
When john of Gaunt, they would have made away,  
My presence often, could quiet many a fray.  
My council coeld, the rage of reckless heads.  
My stoutness sarud, the state in sundry steads.  
My noble mind, could never take no rest,  
For public wealth, I had such burning breast.   

In Po●teou long, against ●he French I was,  
Where frontier war, 
He won victory in a valiant sight, & yet coming home was taken prisoner.  I held and did full well:  
And as I did throw many a peril pass:  
At coming home, in enemies hands I fallen,  
And when in deed, my prince thereof hard tell.  
He sorry was, and spoke of me much good,  
But as these things in weight & balance stood▪  
Our Soldiers took, a Duchess of great fame,  
Who at that time, of Bourbon bore the name.   

The Soldiers sworn, 
The Duchess of Bourbon prisoner & did ransom sir Simon Burley.  that she should near be free,  
(Nor see her Sune, nor find a spark of grace  
Nor look for hope) till she had raundsomd me.  
And set me safe, in good and quiet case:  
Lo what regard they had, in every place.  
Of me those days, lo how I was on height,  
Lo how I was, employed in things of weight.  
At home embraced, abroad well liked with all,  
Yea loved and s●a●d, among both great and small.   

When forraene friends, 
One Paskall was sent from the king of Navarre hither for succour, & king Richard made Sir Simon answer the Embasdor, ther●e of Salisbury & other in presence.  did sand for succour here,  
King Richard baed, me answer make therein:  
In presence then, there stood a greater peer.  
But I was he, that did the favour win:  
To speak and thus, me credit did begin.  
And still increase, as one whose lamp in deed,  
Cold want no oil, the blaze and flame to feed.  
My Candle blazed, so clear, as star by night:  
And where I came, the torch gave little light.   


King Richar● sent him to conclude a marriage & the duke of Tasson was sent hither with Sir Simon from the King of Beam and Almine about this ma●ter.  And when the king, for causes good & great,  
Devised to match with one beyond the seas:  
'Twas I was thought, most ●it to work the feat  
And in this case, the king I did so please.  
Of marriage there, the knot was knit with case,  
And so from thence, a Duke was sent with me:  
For this behalf, the state of things to see.  
Thus still I was employed in great affairs,  
As hap herself, had hauled me up her stairs.   

An office here, I had of great renown,  

He was lord chamberlain.  A place near prince, and still in court to be:  
That might command, the people up & down  
And thrust them out, or call them in to me.  
Bade I then run, one flocks then would they i'll  
Bad I them stand, in deed they dared not sit:  
I swayed them all, as horse is ruled by bit.  
I bore in hand, the n1 that kept the stir:  
And knocked their pates, the priest to near the dur.   

Lord warden lo, of the sink parts I was,  
And captain both, of Dover castle tho:  
Throw lordly rooms, & places I did pass,  
As easily sure, as man can wish to go.  
I known no ebb, my tide did daily flow:  

Where fortune smiles, the world fawns.  I kept the train, I had the lively trope,  
I held up head, I never thought to drop.  
I went no where, but I was waited on,  
And shone in pomp, like pearl or precious stone.   

Among the chief, yea chiefest was I held  
My Prince preferred, me so for virtues sake  
And what he saw, 
Favour gi●es more preferments than men can honestly crave.  I able was to weld  
I had, for which, I seldom suit did make  
I stood beneath, whilst he did appulls shake  
Into my lap, when jest I lokt therefore  
As somewhat came, so daily followed more  
By heaps as though, great mounts of massy gold,  
In my most need, should answer what I would.   

The flodds of wealth, that doth refresh the mind  
With gladsome thoughts, 
Wealth glads the greedy mind.  of threefold sweet delight  
Came gushing in, against both tide and wind  
On which fair baits, each fish desires to bite  
A careless eye, I cast, of world's despite  
That spurns at such, that fortune lifts aloft  
A wicked worm, that waits on worship oft  
A swarm of wasps, that useth naught but sting  
On those that rise, and rules about a king.   

O hateful flies, 
Spiteful people are hateful flies.  you hatched of wretched broad  
On every dish, in haste you blow and hum  
O cankered men, of vile and noughty mode  
You do infeckt, all places where you come  
You make small shoe, yet sound as shrill as drum  
In people's ears, and still your poison rests  
On noble minds, and tender harmless breasts  
You malice much, the high and mighty sort  
To kill good name, by bruit of false report.   ●● 

If poor men rise, in favour any way  
The rich repines, to see how they are plaest  

The world rather doth wonder at the well doings of many that devise to get glory by virtue.  As hounds do bark, that holds the Buck at bay  
The people prate, and spend much speech in wa●st  
Look says the lewd, on new start up in haste  
Look who rules now, look what this man hath found  
Look how in lap, doth Fortune's ball rebound  
They look not how, to climb for virtues sake  
But how of world, they may a wonder make.   

So lofty minds, with loathsome lowering looks  

Poor & rich ha●e 〈…〉 & poute and swel at other m●̄ good fortune.  Salutes the good, that grows in Prince's grace  
And watcheth close, in corners and in nooks  
How they by wiles, the worthy may deface  
No marvel sure, it is a common case  
To hear them snarre, whose natures are not like  
What Gre●und can rest, by currish country tike?  
What Hawk can sit, in peace for carrion crow?  
What tongue can scape, the skolding of a shrew.   

The dolt disdains, the deep wise man you wots  

Desdaine am●●g all s●orts of people and crea●tures.  The blunt abhors, the quick sharp wit in deed  
The coward hates, the hand that conquest got  
The jade will wince, to stand by storing steed  
The glotten gro●ts, to see the hungry feed  
Thus things from kind, so far can near agreed  
Not more than can, the cat and dog you see  
As choice is great, of wealth and worldly goods  
Men differ much, in manners and in moods.   

One jewel stains, an other very far  
And strife there is, 
Strife there is in metals, stones, flowers, and Planets.  in metals gross and fine  
And sundry lucks, belongs to every star  
And Planets to, they say that can divine  
One race and blood, do seldom draw one line  
A grain of grudge, is sown so deeply hear  
That nothing scarce, can scape from malice clear  
Thus malice makes, a murmur where it goes  
And strikes out right, yet gives but secret blows.   

The greedy gnat, and privy eating moth  
A monster small, 
Disdainful heads are mischievous moths that eat up good clotheses.  that scarce is felt or seen  
Lies lurking still, in plaits of finest cloth  
And little worms, whilst nuts are fresh and green  
Crepes in and cates, the kernel as I ween  
So unto them, compare these peevish pates  
That on small cause, do envy great estates  
Yea envy often, is couched and clokt as clean  
In mighty folk, as found among the mean.   

The flashing flames, that from great fornayes flies  
Casts forth such heat, 
Mighty men● mali●● compared to slashing flames.  as few men can abide  
The rage whereof, doth dim the dainty eyes  
And breeds great grief, before the harm be spied  
Much mischief comes, by pranks of pow●ing pride  
Which puffs and blows, as it would mountains move  
And grows at first, on naught but lack of love  
Whose spiteful sparks, doth spare no speech nor time  
(Nor practise lewd) to pluck them down that clime.   

This envy is, a mighty monster great  

〈◊〉 is a monster among me.  That swims like Whale, among the little fry  
Whose gaping mouth, would soon consume and eat  
The gudgeons small, that in small corners lie  
His thirsty throat, would drink all places dry  
And sucks up all, and so of all leaves naught  
Which should serve all, if all did bear one thought  
O hungry fly, that would be all in all  
And maggots brings, when men for feeding call.   


With ●●osse & gra●ll great 〈◊〉 be 〈◊〉 up.  As greatest floods, most gravel do retain  
And strongest tides, runs o'er the weakest walls  
So highest states, do nourish most disdain  
And at rebound, strikes out the tennis balls  
Yea they who thinks, them furthest of from falls  
Are watching still, in Court, in field or town  
Like stumbling stocks, to trip their fellows down  
And none do strive, and struggle for the gooles  
But such as have, their heart's most full of holes.   

Yea heaps of them, are harboured here and there  

 In golden haules, that shines like Phoebus' bright  
Where flatterers flock, who tattles in the ear  
A thousand lies, that never comes to light  
They work the wax, with fire both day and night  
They spin the web, that takes the foolish fly  
They bait the hook, that bleres the simple eye  
They shove them out, that should be called in  
They make the match, that doth the wager win.   

And they breed strife, where all in quiet stood  
They pack the cards, 
Stife only is sowed by foisting f●llowes that follows fortune and plays on advantage.  and play most filthy pranks  
They sharp the sword, that shedes the guiltless blood  
Thy least deserve, and always gets most thanks  
They feed the stream, that breaks the mighty banks  
They are the shears, that mars they garment quite  
They have the tongues, that spares no speech nor spite  
They are the babes, still dandled on the knee  
And those are they, that rottes the soundest tree.   

If fawners fled, the house of mighty men  
And mighty folk, 
The giving countenance to fawners enfects with their dissimulation, the hearts of noble men.  would frown on fawning curs  
Deceit should shun, the noble houses then  
And velvet weeds, should shake of cleving burrs  
But storing steeds, are pricked that needs no spurs  
Thus palfry flings, and flounceth out of frame  
That else of kind, were courteous meek and tame  
A iomblinge iobb, doth strike the bowl awry  
Which of himself, would close on bias lie.   

For noble blood, 
Nobleness abused with busy babblers.  must needs have noble mind  
And fly the gate, of falcon gentle mild  
And sure it is, against their noble kind  
To play the Kite, and cruel Coistrel wild  
Till tattler come, with tongues full finely filled  
And change their modes, and mar their manners clean  
They scarce do know, what cankered hate doth mean  
But when from best, 
Nobleness in noble of it ●●lie.  to worst the good are wrought  
By busy brains, all sorts of sleights are sought.   

Then burns the breast, as hot as Eathna hill  

Hatred hales men to unhappy dealings.  And rage beres rule, where reason dwelled before  
The hasty head, is swift to slay and kill  
The haughty heart, hurds up much hate in store  
The altered mind, doth make the mischief more  
The kindled coals, doth creep in straw so far  
That quarrels rise, and peace is turned to war  
One haileth back, an other draws aside  
And weakest bones, must needs the brunt abide.   

As I aspierd, by virtue and desert  

Not one may be advanced but either rich or power en●ueth.  And was by Prince, called unto credit still  
So some by sleight, did seek to suck my heart  
And of my blood, did thirst to drink their fill  
They sought to stop, the water from the mill  
And turn the wheel, and all the joints awry  
Lo hear how close, the swelling Serpents lie  
Lo how they cast, their venom as they may  
And mark what hate, they gain that beareth sway   

For that I grew, full great with Robert Vear  
A noble man, full wise and mighty both  

The●le of Oxford called duke of Ireland favoured much 〈◊〉 Simon.  And had the guide, of good Prince Edward's hear  
To show therein, my duty faith and troth  
Great malice rose, as grudging daily grothe  
Tween many men that cannot rule their rage  
A mightie-duke, there was well stepped in age  
That sought to reap, the corn that I had sown  
And could not rest, till I was quite oerthrowne.   

My roulmes and rule, and things that I had got  
My gain my wealth, 
His office and dignity made mighty men despise him.  and glory as it grew  
Was in his eye, so big a mighty moet  
That lo this Duke, my plague did still pursue  
With open mouth, he so the bellows blue  
That sparks of fire, as thick flew in my face  
As in the Sun, the gnatts do fly at chase  
Or as the ball, rebounds at every stroke  
So lo his words, did smote me up in smoke.   

This dreadful Duke, 
The band that the duke made against the king The Duke of York, thearl of salisbury, th'earl of Arundel, th'earl of Northumberland, th'earl of Nottingham & th'archbishop of Canterbury.  did drive a wondrous drift  
To work his will, with slipper sleight of hand  
And sought to give, king Richard's friends a lift  
For whom he did, prepare a secret band  
Whose bold attempts did trouble all this land  
But few could find, the darnel in the corn  
Or judge aright, the Roes from pricking thorn  
So close in cloud, was cloaked their cunning art  
That none could know, who played the Fox's part.   

This Duke did raise, a bruit the king would have  
A tax most strange, 
A noble of every fire in England was the tax that the noughty duke said the ●ange did demand.  of all the realm throw out  
And to the Lords, and commons council gave  
Against the king, to stand both stiff and stout  
This practice proud, was patched with many a clout  
Here did the Wolf, lead silly lambs amiss  
(And sucked their blood) as wol●ishe manner is  
Here traitorous tricks, and treble trothless trains  
In subjects breasts, began to spread their veins.   

The Duke of York, and divers noble peers  
Forsook the king, and held with this uproar  
By which great strife, was sown in sundry sheres  
And corsies rose, that made a running sore  
Big biles burst out, where flesh was sound before  
And though some time, the Surgeon salve did find  
To heal the wound, (the scar remained behind)  
A common plague, doth creep along the realm  
As skulls of fish, swims up and down the stream.   

The greatest towns, and Cities of most name  

The Duke caused all the great towns of England to exclaim on the king and his council.  As London, York, and many more beside  
These Dukes did draw, with folly out of frame  
And made some strive, against both stream and tide  
Where banks be brook, the water cannot bide  
Where floods flee out, the fish do follow fast  
And than to late, to call again is past  
The Swallow flies, no swifter under wing  
Than men's device, that do forsake a king.   

For faith once stained, seeks strait for starting holes  

Where faith is broken all abuses enters & falls to ●onde attempts.  As prisoners do, that hath their promise broken  
The seams once ripped, of shoe farewell the soles  
The Ox set free, will seek to shun the Yoke  
The chimney burst, the house is full of smoke  
The sleuce drawn up, down drives the dregs and all  
The strongest tripped, the weakest needs must fall  
There is no stay, to hold mean people in  
When might with main, the mischief doth begin.   

The Lords alleged, the king was goverd still  
By such as came, 
A lordly rebellion and a rebels presumption to their Prince.  from base and poor estate  
And said he should, no longer have his will  
By which bold speech, there grew so great debate  
The land was bend, on murder ruin and hate  
Now several ways, from hive flew out the bees  
Now tempests came, and tare up mighty trees  
Now traitors flocked, and fallen to fackshions strange  
Whose fickill minds, still gaped for a change.   

O vipars broad, and bloody bosom snakes  
O Butchers curs, 
A rebuke for rebels.  that would your master bite  
O hellhounds rude, of Pluto's lothesum lakes  
O cursed crew, more cruel than the Kite  
O kankred hearts, so fraught with froward spite  
O Tigers wild, O monstrous men most vile  
Where was your love, and duty all this while  
How dared you speak, so stoutly to his face  
To whom of right, the stoutest aught give place.   

Among brute beasts, that savage are and wild  
The Lion reigns, 
Among beasts the Lion is obeyed. Among birds the ●gle Among fish the dolphin. And among the smallest Bees a great Bee is their king.  and rules with regal power  
And so great birds, stoops down like littill child  
(To father's beck) if Eagle doth but lower  
Than to a king, dare people look so sour  
That they will force, their suffraine passed their reatche  
No scholar aught, his learned tewtor teach  
No member dare, presume, to rule the head  
None reigns and rules, but kings when all is said.   


Mark what mischief they come unto that same against the stream.  Note how they shrink, that shapes to give a shock  
Against a king, and mark how traitors speed  
Note how their heads, do tumble of the block  
That with vain hope, do people's humours feed  
And note from whence, doth Prince's power proceed  
And note withal, how far doth stretch his fame  
And falters quake, that do but here his name  
For at the brunt, say here a king doth come  
Home run poor knaves, & down they fling the drum.   


The Londoners being then evil disposed to their king, desired Thomas of Wodstock to take the charge of the city upon him.  Hark how this Duke, whereof I spoke before  
By three estates, unto a count did call  
Their king and Lord, whose mind they troubled sore  
And vexed thereby, his friends and faures all  
They fill in lash, they felt the bloody brale  
They lost their goods, they got a great disgrace  
They fled the court, they were pursewd in chase  
They were full feign, for none offence or cawes  
At open bar, to plead their case by laws.   


Those that stood with right received most wrong and traitors tormented the true men that lest offended.  Such are the haps, of those that hold with right  
Such cureless wounds, they have that sores would heal  
Such hate they heap, in huckster's hands that light  
Such harms they find, that stands with common weal  
And such know not, to whom they should appeal  
When wrong will rule, and revel faults to spoil  
The faithful flock, are forced to feel the foil  
dread drives deserts, that daily well hath done  
To fly from foes, or else throw fire to run.   

Because these Lords, who loekte to lead the dance  
See other step, 
The Duke of Gloucester and Duke of York with others maligned those the king favoured.  one stage ere they could rise  
By plain fine force, they would themselves advance  
And for that feat, this drift they did devise  
Desire of fame, doth so abuse the wise  
They end like fools, that erst began full well  
And soonest smart, 
Note.  that rings the larom bell  
For wheels and all, 
Rebel's always beres the blows.  faults down about their ears  
From rotten frames, who first stood void of fears.   

But we who were, besigd by fortune so  
Betrayed I mean, if troth may tell the tale  
Were skorgd and plagd, 
King Richard's best friends were by traitors frowardly handled.  and feign to fawn one foe  
And sew to such, as set our lives to sale  
We were shut up, they had the bouncing gale  
That blew their bark, beyond our compass clean  
With sails aflaunte, and had no merry mean  
They clapped on all, and went throw stream and flood  
When true men's feet, stood fast in mire and mud.   

I was the man, that most of mischief had  
I was accused, and called to count in haste  
I found most cause to sigh and sit full sad  
I was laid up, and thereby clean disgraced  
Mine enemies said, I did the treasure waste  
And held in hand, the Soldiers money to  
I was so nipped, I known not what to do  
My friends waxed faint, or feared the like mischance  
But I, was he, must lead the doleful dance.   

A mitred head, a Bishop bold and brave  

The Bishop of Canterbury accused him of sacrilege and conveying money over the Sea by night to the ●●ng of B●ame  Said I conveide, away Saint Thomas shrine  
And that I ment, the king of Beam should have  
The same from me, by privy practice fine  
To hoist me up, he laid both hook and sign  
And so by friends, he framed so flat a feat  
That I was called, to straight account in heat  
For this and more, a libel long and large  
(Of forged faults) that he laid to my charge.   

No clerk might come, to make my reckoning right  
No tale could serve, to show my matter throw  
No deep discourse, could bring the troth to light  
No man of law, could canues cases now  
Strong hand did all, I must both bend and bow  
The king knew not, of half the wrongs I felt  
Nor none could find, how finely cards were dealt  
A pack was made, and one had got the ace  

Note.  And trimly robbed, the trumps before my face.   

No boot to bid, the players deal again  
The game was wone, and I had lost the stake  
These foisters fyen, could nick both by and main  
And kog out right, when they the dice did shake  
And of sweet spoil, a bitter banquet make  
They called me in, and I the only geste  
Was bidden then, unto this bloody feast  
I was compelled, to taest what dish they would  
And in great heat, to drink up poison cold.   

I mean my fate, and fortune was so hard  
I could not scape, their hands that sought my life  
Who wreackt their wrath, on me without regard  
Yet long in sheath, they kept the murdering knife  
For on my hap, at first rose all this strife  
And on the friends, that I by hap had won  
This end I had, and mischief was begun  
For taking part, with such as liked me well  
To ground full flat, from top of tree I fallen.   

When in the tower, my foes had clapped me fast  
Few friends I found, the world began to wink  
And so at length, in rerage was I cast  
And post alone, was left to swim or sink  
And judgement was, as I was forced to think  
That I should pay, two hundrith thousand franks  
For all my toil, lo here is all my thanks  
I did possess, my charges and my loss  
And pains abroad, came home by weeping cross.   

And wanting wealth, to pay this heavy sum  
With bills and glaives, from prison was I led  
And so unto, the Tower hill did I come  
To suffer death, where soon I lost my head  
The king known nought, of this till I was dead  
Loo people here, how things about were brought  
And what disdain, and mighty malice wrought  
Lo here his end, and sudden sliding down  
That was both true, to God and to the crown.   

As little twigs, o'er tops of houses grow  
Whose branches big, spredes out a mighty tree  
Or as small brokes, with seas do swell and flow  
Yet hath no power, to pass their bounds you see  
Or as fair flowers, that in gay gardens be  
Sprouts out a while, and when they are at height  
They fade and fall, and then declineth straight  
So man doth mount, a while on stages high  
And at the best, shots down like star from sky.   

When things are grown, as far as course is set  
And have attained▪ the fullness of their state  
They backward come, and can no further get  
For clean expired, you see is then their date  
The life we bear, of force must yield to fate  
The sl●ppes we creed, wears out by tract of time  
When ladder brekes, we can no higher climb  
Where Fortune sits, so fast, doth grind the mill  
The wheel turns round, and never standeth still.   

Long is the toil, or man to triumph cummes  
Large is the plot, where we our pagantes play  
Sweet is the sap, and sour are all the plums  
That pain plucks of, the pleasane planted spray  
Short is the time, of all our glory gay  
Vain is the hope, of hazards here in earth  
Great are the griefs, of life from day of birth  
No surety grows, of all is here posseste  
All comes to nought, when people fears lest.   

Loo what it is, to stand on tickle stays  
Where hatred heaves, the household out of square  
And when it faults, the joints i'll several ways  
And joyful weights, are clad with woe and care  
The servants howl, the wife and child is bore  
The friends wring hands, the foes do laugh and flyer  
Such changes chance, to those that do aspire  
The ground but gaps, who first shall faule therein  
And who seeks most, at length the lest may win.   

Loo Churchyard now, my mirthless tale is told  
A mourning verse, prepare thou strait for me  
And in thy rhyme, some stately order hold  
For that I sprung not out of base degree  
Let every line, a lively sentence be  
To wake the wits, of such as world would know  
And list to mark, how worldly matters go  
And when thou comest, to touch the gauled back  
Leap o'er the horse, or use a riders knack.   

Bear even hand, and hold the bridle right  
Yet whisk the wand, sometimes for pleasure's sake  
Yea spice thy speech, and terms with trifels light  
That lokers on, may not thy mind mistake  
When store is go, yet do thy budget shake  
Among the best, and feed their fancies still  
No matter though, a mouse creep out of hill  
Small toys may breed, great sport in great estates  
And in great grounds, men walk throw little gates.   

Do wisely warn, and warily use thy pen  
Speak English plain, and rove about the but  
And shoot at will, and slante by wicked men  
Shalt out the shell, and bid them crack the nut  
Show some delight, and so the sentence shut  
And bid the world, behold me in a glass  
That did to rewen, from pomp and pleasure pass  
Now I am go, I wish the rest behind  
(As they desire) may better fortune find.    

A TRAGICAL DIScourse of the unhappy man's life.  

Come courtiers all▪ draw near my morning hers  
Come here my knell, ear cors to church shall go  
Or at the lest, come read this woeful vers  
And last farewell, the hapless penneth so  
And such as doth, his lief and manners know  
Come shed some tears, and see him painted out  
That restless here, did wander world about.   

O pilgrims poor, press near my pageant now  
And note full well, the part that I have played  
And wyesly way, my thriftless fortune throw  
And print in breast, each word that here is said  
Shrink not my friends, step forth stand not afraid  
Though monstrous hap, I daily here possessed  
Some sweater chance, may bring your hearts to rest.   

For though the wretch, in cold and hunger lies  
The happy wight, in pomp and pleasure sits  
The weak falls down, where mighty folk aries  
The sound feels not, the feeble ague fits  
So world you wots, doth serve the finest wits  
Though dullards do, in darkness daily run  
The wyes at will, can walk where shyens the Sun.   

And hap falls net, to every man a like  
Some sleeps full sound, yet hath the world at call  
Some leaps the hedge, some lights a mid the dyke  
Some socks the sweat, and some the bitter gawll  
The use of things, blind destiny gius us all  
So though you see, ten thousand souls in hell  
Yet may you hope, in heavens bliss to devil.   

Let my mishap, a worldly wonder be  
For few can find, the fruit that I did taest  
Ne leaus nor bows, I found upon the tree  
And where I ploughed, the ground lay ever waest  
A man would think, the child was born in haste  
Or out of time, that had such luck as I  
For lo I look, for Larks when fauls the sky.   

No soil nor seat, nor season serves my torn  
Each plot is sown, with sorrow where I go  
On mountain top, they say where torch should born  
I found but smoek, and loethsom smothering woe  
Near fountain head, where springs do daily flow  
Cold Ice I get, that melts with warmth of hand  
So that I starve, where cock and conduits stand.   

I quench small thirst, where thousands drink & ●yb  
An empty cup, I carry clean away  
And though as lean, as raek is every rib  
And hollow cheeks, doth hidden grief bewray  
The rich eats all, the poor may fast and pray  
No butter cleaves, upon my bread at need  
When hungry maw, thinks throet is cut in deed.   

The shallow broeks, where little penks are found  
I shone, and seek, the seas to swim there on  
Yet vessayll sinks, or bark is laid a ground  
Where leaking ships, in saefty still have gone  
They harbour find, when haven have I non  
Hap cawls them in, when I am lodged at large  
Thus plains creeps, in cold Cock lorels barge.   

Full thirty years, both Court and wars I tried  
And still I sought, acquaintance with the best  
And served the staet, and did such hap abyed  
As might befall, and Fortune sent the rest  
When drum did sound, a Soldier was I priest  
To Sea or Land, as prince's quarrel stowed  
And for the same, full often I lost my blood.   

In Scotland long, 
First at Wark with George Lawson.  I lingered out my years  
When Wylford lyud, a worthy wight in deed  
And there at length, I fallen so far in briars  
I taken was, 
Taken under the Lord Admiral at Saint Myruns.  as deastny had decreed  
Well yet with words, I did my foes so feed  
That there I lyud, in pleasuer many a day  
And skaept so free, and did no randsom pay.   

Some said I found, in Scotland favour then,  
I grant my pomp, was more than reason would  
Yet on my band, I sent hoem sundry men  
That else had pyend, in prison pyncht with cold  
To French and Scots, so fair a taell I told  
That they believed, whit chalk and cheese was one  
And it was pearll, that proved but pybbull stoen.   

In Lawther for't, 
Under Sir Hu● Wyllowbe.  I clapped myself by stright  
So fled from foes, and hoem to frynds I passed  
The French in haste, beseegd that fortress straight  
Then was I like, 
Mounsoer de Terms, besieged this fort.  to light in fetters fast  
But lo a peace, broek up theseeg at last  
When weighed wars, and wicked bloodshed great  
Maed both the sides, to seek a quiet seat.   

From thence I came, to England as I might  

Sir Anthony Sen●lyger depa●● of Ireland.  And after that, to Irlande did I sail  
Where Sellinger, a wyes and noble knight  
Gave me such place, as was to myen advayll  
Than tasters walked, as thick as doth the hail  
About the world: For lo from thence I boer  
For service done, of money right good stoer▪   



Meatts in Lorain won by treason.  
In France served under captain Crayer.   Hoem came I though, and so to France did fair  
When that their king, won Meatts throw fatchis f●en  
So on the stock, I spent all void of caer  
And what I gaet, by spoyll I held it myen  
Than down I passed, the pleasant floed of Ryen  
And so I sarud, in Flaunders note the same  
Where ●oe at first, my hap fallen out of fraem.   

For I was clapped, in prison without cause  

In Charles the fifts time, under Captain Matson.  And straightly held, for coming out of France  
But God did work, throw justice of the laws  
And help of friends, to me a better chance  
And still I hoept, the wars would me advance  

Got out of prison by help of the noble Madam Cell de embry.  So trayld the piek, and world began a nue  
And loekt like hawk, that laetly came from mue.   

Three year at lest, I saw the emperor's wars  
Than hoemward drew, as was my wont traed  
Where Sun and Moen▪ and all the seven Stars  
Stowed on my syed, and me great welcome made  
But wether fair, and flowers full soon will faed  
So people's love, is like nue besoms often  
That sweeps all clean, whyels broem is green and soft.   

Well oens again, to wars I drew me fast  
And with Lord Grey, 
Eight years under my Lord Grey.  at Giens I did remain  
Where he or his, in any serves past  
I followed on, among the warlyk train  
And sometime felt, my part of woe and pain  
As others did, that Cannon well could like  
And pleasuer too, in trailing of the pike.   

At length the French, did Giens besiege you wots  
And little help, or secure found we though  
By which fowl want, it was my heavy lot  
To Paris straight, with good Lord Grey to go  
As prisoners both, the world to well doth know  
By tract of time, and wonders charge in deed  
He hoemward went, and too his leave with speed.   

But poest aloen, I stowed alack the whyell  
And country clean, forgot me this is true  
And I might live, in sorrow and exyell  
And pien away, for any thing I knue  
As I had baekt, in deed so might I brew  
Not one at hoem, did seek my grief to heal  
Thus was I clean, cut of from common weal.   

Yet lo a shift, 
Oens again escaped out of prison.  to scaep away I found  
When to my faith, my taker gave no trust  
I did devies, in writing to be bound  
To come again, the time was set full just  
But to return, forsooth I had no lust  
Sens faith could get, no credit at his hand  
I sent him word, to come and sue my band.   

He came himself, to court as I did here  
And told his taell, as fienly as he might  
At Ragland than, was I in Monmouth sheer  
Yet when in court, this matter came to light  
My friends did say, that I had done him right  
A Soldier aught, upon his faith to go  
Which I had kept if he had sent me so.   


Served under my Lord Grey at Le●th.  Well yet my mind, could never rest at hoem  
My shoes wear made, of running leather sure  
And boern I was, about the world to roem  
To see the wars, and keep my hand in ure  
The French you know, did Englishmen procure  
To come to Leeth, at siege whereof I was  
Till French did seek, in ships away to pass.   

A little breath▪ I toek than after this  
And shaept myself, about the Court to be  
And every day, as right and reason is  
To serve the Prince, in Court I fettled me  
Some friends I found, as friends do go you see  
That gave me words, as sweet as honey still  
Yet let me live, by head and cunning skill.   

I croetcht, I kneeled, and many a cap could vayll  
And watched laet, and early roes at moern  
And with the throng, I follouwd hard at tail  
As brave as bull, or sheep but nuely shoern  
The gladdest man, that ever yet was boern  
To wait and staer, among the staets full high  
Who feeds the poer, with many friendly eye.   

But who can live, with goodly looks alo●n  
Or merry words, that sounds like tabrers pyep  
Say what they will, they love to keep their own  
And part with naught, that cometh in their griep  
You shall have nuts, they say when ploms aer riep  
Thus all with shall's, or shaels you shall be fed  
And gaep for gold, and want both gold and led.   

The proef thereof, made me to seek far hens  
To Anwerp than, I trudged on the spleen  
And all in haste, to get some spending pens  
To serve my torn, in service of the Queen  
But God he knows, my gain was small I ween  
For though I did, my credit still increase  
I got no wealth, by wars ne yet by peace.   

Yet hark and noet, I pray you if you pleas  
In Anwarp town, what fortune me befallen  
My chance was such, 
A Captain of great charge under the Prince of Arrange.  when I had past the Seas  
(And taken land, and thereon rested well)  
The people jard, and rang a larom bell  
So that in aerms, the town was every where  
And few or none, of lief stowed certain there.   

A noble Prince, I saw amid that broyll  
To whom I went, and swaer his part to taek  
The commons caem, all set on raeg and spoyll  
And gave me charge, to keep my wits a waek  
The Prince for love, of king and countries saek  
Bad me do well, and shed no guiltless bloed  
And save from spoyll, poer people and there Good.   

I gave my faith, and hand to do the same  

He saved Religious houses and most of the town from 〈◊〉.  And wrought the best, that I could work therefoer  
And brought at length, the commons in such fraem  
That some wear bend to blo the coell no moer  
Yet some to rage, and robbery ran full soer  
Whom I reformed, so that no harm did fall  
To any wight, among the commons all.   

The streets we kept, and braek ne house nor doer  
And for three days, made no man's finger bleed  
I dare avoutch, that neither rich nor poer  
Can say they lost, the valcur of a thread  
Well what of that, you know an honest deed  
Is soen forgoet, of such as thankles be  
For in the end, it fared so by me.   


Note.  The town I kept, from cruel sword and fire  
Did seek my lief, when peace and all was made  
And such they wear, that did my blood desire  
As I had saved, from blows and bloody blaed  
I crept away, and hide me in the shaed  
But as the day, and Sun began to shien  
They followed fast, with force and practies f●en.   


 In priest's atyer, but not with shaven crown  
I skaept their hands, that sought to have my head  
A forckid cap, and pleytted corttall gown  
Far from the church, stowed me in right good stead  
In all this whyell, ne mass for quick nor dead  
I dared not sing, a poesting priest I was  
That did in haste, from post to pillar pas.   

In Brigges than, the parson's breech did quake  
For there a clerk, 
Followed by the Marshal 8. days.  came ●inging of a bell  
(That in the town did such a rambling make)  
I could not walk, in vickars garments well  
So there I wished, myself in Cockle shell  
Or Sea man's slops, that smelled of pitch & tar  
Which roebs I found, ear I had traveled far.   

A Martial came, & seartcht our wool fleet than  
In boat I leapt, 
At the Slew the Marshal and he were both in one ship together.  and so throw Sealand went  
And many a day, a silly weary man  
I traveilde there, and stood with toil content  
Till God by Grace, a better Fortune sent  
And brought me home, in safety, as you know  
Great thanks to him, I give that sarude me so.   

In Court where I, at rest and peace remained  
I thought upon, 
A drift of the Duke of Al●a to dispatch me.  the part that Flemings played  
And for good will, since I was so retained  
I thought to make, those roisters once afraid  
So hoist up sail, when I had anckar weighed  
And into France, I slipped with much a do,  
Where lo a net, was making for me to.   

Yet paste I throw, to Paris without stop  
When civil broils, 
The Lord ●mbassador now Lord N●ui, did help me away.  were likely to begin  
And standing there, within a merchants shop  
I herded one say, the Prince was coming in  
To Flaunders fast, with whom I laet had been  
Before you wot, thus having merry news  
I stool away, and so did France refues.   

But by your leave, I fallen in dangers deep  
Before I could, in freedom go or ride  
Devouring wolves, had like to slain the sheep  
And wiept their mouths, upon the muttons hide  
Naught goes amiss, where God willbe the guide  
So throw the place, where apparel most did seem  
I passed at will, when danger was exstreeme.   

The Prince I found, from Collen at his house  
And there I see, of Roitters right good store  
Who welcomed me, with many a mad carouse  
Such is their gies, and hath been ever more  
To Flaunders thus, we marched and God before  
And near the Rind, our Camp a season lay  
Till money came, and had a general pay.   

In Flaunders long, our Camp remained still  
And sweet with sour, we tasted sundry ways  
Who goes to wars, must feel both good and ill  
Some likes it not, and some that life can prays  
Where nights are cold, and many hungry days  
Some will not be, yet such as loves the Drum  
Takes in good part, the chances as they come.   

Perhaps my share, was not the sweetest there  
I make no boest, nor find no fault therein  
I sought myself, the burden for to bear  
Among the rest, that had ●er charged been  
If smart I felt it was a plague for sin  
If joy I found, I known it would not last  
If wealth I had, lo waest came on as fast.   

When Prince did pass, to France and Flaunders laft  
I licence sought, 
A Peasant betrayed me and yet was God my deliverer.  to see my native soil  
He told me than, the French by some fine craft  
On me at length, would make a prey and spoil  
I took my leave, not fearing any foil  
But ere the day, the sky had clean forsoek  
I fallen in snare, as fish on baited hoek.   

A woeful tale, it is to tell in deed  
Yet hear it out, 
Note.  and how God wrought for me  
The case was such, that I a guide did need  
So in the field, full near a willow tree  
I found a carl, that needs my guide must be  
His hand I had, his heart did halt the while  
And treason did, throw trust the true beguile.   

We held the way, unto S. Quintayns right  
As I did think, but long two leagues I lost  
To ease my horse, he bade me often a light  
But I thereat, seemed dumb and deaf as post  
Of stomach stout, the way often times he crossed  
And sought to take, my bridle by the rain  
That sleight I found, and so he lost his pain.   

Had I turned back, the peysants wear at hand  
Who mounted were, on better horse than I  
A village near, there was within that land  
Where lo my guide, would have me needs to lie  
Not so my friend, I aunswearde very high  
Where at he known the pad in straw was found  
So took the ball, and struck it at rebound.   

Thou canst not scape, (qd he) then light a down  

A great treachery.  Thou art but dead, thy life here shalt thou loose,  
And therewithal, the carl began to frown  
And laid his hand, upon my Leather hose  
Throw si●es he made, the town by this aroes,  
And some by wars, that lately lost their good  
Sought to revenge, the same upon my blood.   

My gied leapt up, upon the horse I rood  
And flung away, as fast as he could drive  
Down was I haeld, and on my face they troode  
And for my roebs, the torments did strive  
My guide did cry, O leave him not alive  
An English churl, he is his tongue doth shoe  
And gold he hath, good store full well I know.   

They stripped me straight, from doublet to my short  
Yet hose they la●te, untoutcht as God it would  
No power they had, to do me further hort  
For as the knife, to throat they 'gan to hold  
To save my life, an upright tale I told  
They hearing that, laid all their weapons down  
And asked me if, I known saint Quintains town.   

I passed thereby when to the spa I went  
(qd I and there, my passport well was veaud  
If that be true, said one thou shalt be sent  
From hens in haste, and so they did concluded  
To town I should, from savage country rued  
So in the hay, they laid me all that night  
Yet sought my life, before the day was light.   

But as with weeds, some suffrante flower grows  
So in that soil, 
A secret prou●●ion of God.  a blessed man was bread  
Which undertook, to keep me from my foes  
And save my life, by fine device of head  
He called me up, when they wear in their bed  
And bade me go, with him where he thought best  
Jest in that place, full small should be my rest.   

I followed on, as he did lead the trace  
He brought me safe, where I in surety stood  
Thus God throw him, did show his might & grace  
Which joyed me more, than all this worldly good  
The other sort, ●wear butchers all for blood  
And daily slew, such stragglars as they toek  
For whom they lay, and watched in many ●nock.   

That hazard paste, I found more mischiefs still  
But none so great, 
The Captain of Pynoen handled me hardly.  nor none so much to fear  
With to●le & pain, with slight of head and skill  
From France I came, (and laft all mischief there)  
Now here what fruit, my native soil doth bear  
See what I reap, and mark what I have sown  
And let my luck, throw all this land be known.   

First let me tell, how Fortune did me call  
To Garnesey thoe, 
Under Captain 〈◊〉 after all th●se ●o●les.  to stay my troubled miend  
Where well I was, although my wealth was small  
And long had dwelled, if destiny had assiend  
But as the ship, is subject to the wind  
So we must chaenge, as checking chances falls  
Who tosseth men, about like tennis balls.   

This chance is she, some say that leads men out  
And brings them home, when lest they look therefore  
A dallying dame, that breeds both hope and doubt  
And makes great wounds, yet seldom to salves the sore  
Not sure on sea, nor certain on the shoer  
A worldly witch, that dealls with wanton charms  
For one good turn, she doth ten thousand harms.   

A fig for chance, this Fortune bears no shaep  
The people fond, a name to Fortune give  
Which senseless souls, do after shadoes gaep  
Great GOD doth rule, and sure as God doth live  
He griends the corn, and sifts the meal throw sieve  
And leaves the bran, as reffues of the flower  
To work his will, and show his mighty power.   


Note.  Promoshon comes, ne from the East nor West  
Ne South nor North, it faulls from heaven hie  
For God himself, sets up who he thinks best  
And casts them down, whose hearts would climb the sky  
Thus earthly haps, in worldlings doth not lie  
We trudge we run, we tied and break our brain  
And backward come, the self same steps again.   

Till time aprotche, that God will man prefer  
With labours long, in vain we beaten the air  
Our destinies devil, in neither moon nor star  
Nor comfort comes, from people foul nor fair  
Small hope in those, that sits in Golden chair  
Their moods their minds, and all we go about  
Takes light from him, that putts our candle out.   

This argues now, all goodness freely grows  
From him that first, 
Note.  made man of earthly mould  
And floods of wealth, into their bosom flows  
That clearly can, his blessed will behold  
As shepherd's do, keep safe their sheep in fold  
And Gardnar knows, how flowers should watted be  
So God gives aid, ear man the want can se.   

Helps comes not sure, by hap or heads device  
Though wits of men, are means to work the wax  
And cunning hands, do often cast the dice  
All these are toys, trust up in tinkars packs  
No flame will ryes, till fire be thrust to flare  
No brantch may bud, till he that made the plant  
With dew of grace, in deed supplies the want.   

Can earth yield fruit, till spring-time sap do shoe?  
Can air be clear, till fogs and miests are fled?  
Can seas and floeds, at every season flow?  
Can men give life, to shapes and bodies dead?  
Such secrets pass, the reatche of man's vain head  
So look to reap, no corn for all our toil  
Till Harvest come, and God hath blest the soil.   

The pottar knows, what vessail serves his turn  
And therein still, he poureth liquor sweet  
The cook well notes, what wood is best to burn  
And what conceits, is for the banquet meet  
The Captain marks, what soldier hath most spirit  
And calls that man, to charge and office great  
When he thinks good, and service is in heat.   

Dare any wight, presume to take the place  
Of worthy charge, till he thereto be called?  
Dare subject brag, before the Prince's face?  
Or strive with staets, that are in honour stauld?  
Dare village boest, with City strongly walled?  
Dare children climb, till they good footing found?  
No all thing yields, to him that leads the mind.   

He lists aloft, he flingeth down as fast  

Note.  He gives men fame, and plucks renown away  
Hap doth not so, for chance is but a blast  
An idle word, where with weak people play  
Hap hangs and holds, on hazard every way  
And hazard leans, on doubt and danger deep  
That glads but few, and maketh Millions weep.   

I use this term, of hap in all I writ  
As well to make, the matter large and long  
As any cause, or dram of great delight  
I take therein: But here I do you wrong  
To lead your cares, with such a senseless song  
From hearing that, I promesde have to end  
The bore discourse, the hapless man hath pend.   

So coming home, and crept from toills abroed  
(With charged breast, and heavy heaving heart)  
I thought in Court, my burden to unloed  
And cast away, the cares of former smart  
But there alas, my chance is so oerth wart  
I sit and sigh, and fold mine arms with all  
And in old griefs, a fresh begin to fall.   

Yea there where most, my hope and haunt hath been  
Where years and days, I spent upon the stock  
And divers do, good hap and friendship win  
(And duty makes, a world of people flock)  
And thousands Lo, draws water from the cock  
I scarce may moist, my mouth when thirst is great  
And heart is clean, consuemde with scalding heat▪   

A spring of kind, doth flow above the brim  
You cannot stop, a Fountain if you would  
For throw hard rocks, it runneth clear and trim  
And in some ground, it casts up grains of gold  
It bursts the earth, and deeply digs the mould  
It gusheth out, and goes in sundry vayns  
From mountains top, and spreadeth all the plains.   

The Spring creeps up, the highest hill that is  
And many wells, there on are easily found  
And this I wot, where you do water mistress  
Small fruit doth grow, it is but barren ground  
The soil is sweet, where pleasant springs abound  
The Cowslop sprouts, where springs and fountains be  
And floeds begin, from fountain heads you see.   

The labouring man, thearat doth coell his heat  
The birds do haeths, their breasts full bravely there  
The brutest beasts, there in finds pleasure great  
And likes not half, so well another where  
What cause in me, what doubt what fault or fear?  
That I may not, in this so weak a plight  
Go drink my fill, where ●atch thing hath delight.   

The moer we draw, the waetter from the well  

Note.  The better far, we bring the spring in fraem  
The seas themselves, of natuer rise and swell  
The moer the wind, & weather works the same  
The fire borns best, when bellowss blows the flaem  
Let things stand still, and stoer them not in time  
They shall decay, by mean of dross and slime.   

I see some streams, with sticks aer choked up  
And rivers large, are marred with beds of sand  
I see some bring, from doells an empty cup  
Yet craves an alms, and shoes a needy hand  
I see baer boys, before the banquet stand  
And no man saith, lo poor man if thou wutt  
Take here a dish, to fill thy hungry gut.   

Of cormrant kind, some crammed capons aer  
The moer they eat, the moer they may consuem  
Some men likewise, the better that they fair  
The worse they be, and sicker of the ruem  
And some so chaef, so frown so fret and fuem  
When others feed, they cannot God he knows  
Spaer any time, the dropping of there no's.   

The boards aer spread, and feasts aer made thereon  
And such sit down, that hath their bellies full  
Whose greedy mouths, from dog would snatch the boens  
Which snodges swell, and look like greisie will  
They puff they blow, yea like a baited bull  
And shove them back, that on small croems would feed  
Whose pashent hearts, makes virtue of a need.   

The glutton thinks, his belly is to small  
When in his eye, a dainty morssell is  
He grins and gaeps, as though no crumb should fall  
From him: and loeks as all the world wear his  
Thus such as want, aer sure the poest to kiss  
For powltting pried, doth press so fast in place  
That poer plain Tom, dare scarce come sho his face.   

Catch one doth seek, for to aspire and rise  
Yet haet we those, that doth by virtue climb  
The fool he skorns, the worship of the wies  
Yet dolts presuem, beyond the wyes sometime  
And all this strife, is but for dross and slime  
That out of earth, we dig with dangers deep  
Full hard to win, and much more worse to keep.   

This makes me mues, when some have heaps in hoard  
They will not help, the nearest friend they have  
And yet with smiels, and many a friendly word  
They grant to give, before a man doth crave  
Sut●h harbours fine, can finely paul and shave  
And wash full clean, till all away they wash  
Than good sir Griem, like lob they leave in lash.   

What should men lose, when they enough have had  
If they did part, with things that might be spared?  
A little piece, out of a golden gad  
For service long, might be a great reward  
No not as steel, and flint is stiff and hard  
So world is waxed, and no good turn is found  
But whea● in deed, do double gifts rebound.   

We make a leg, and kiss the hand with all  
(A French device, nay sure a Spanish trick)  
And speak in Print, and say lo at your call  
I will remain, your own both dead and quick  
A Courtier so, can give a lob a lick  
And dress a dolt, in Motley for a while  
And so in sleeve, at silly woodcock smile.   

If meaning went, with painted words and shoes  
It might suffice, such cortteis cheer to taest  
But with the same, disdain and envy goes  
And trompry great, with words and wind in waest  
Than arm in arm, comes flattery full of haste  
And leads a way, the senses out of frame  
That upright wits, are thereby strike lame.   

This sowtting low, and bowing down the knee  
But groeps men's minds, to creep in credit's lap  
Like malt horse than, he holds up head you see  
That late before, could vail both knee and cap  
The Nurse a while, can feed the child with pap  
And after beat, him on the breech full baer  
A swarm God wots, of these fine natuers aer,   

There be that biets, yet gronts and whines withal  
There be that wins, yet swear and say they lose  
There be that stops, and steals away the ball  
There be that plants, a weed & plucks a roes  
There be pleads want, to whom the fountain flows  
Such hieds there haps, to make the world to think  
At fair well head, they need not for to drink.   

The Whales you see, eats up the little fish  
The pretty Penk, with Salmon may not swim  
The greatest heads, are fed with finest dish  
To foulest pits, fair water runneth trim  
He gets the gain, that standeth near the brim  
He blows the coal, that hath cold fingers still  
He starves for bread, that hath no corn at mill.   

A world to see, the course and state of things  
Some would get up, that knows not where to light  
Some soar the skies, that never had no wings  
Some wrestle well, by cunning not by might  
Some seems to judge, fair colours without sight  
And every one, with some odd shift or grace  
In world at will, runs out a goodly race.   

But to be plain, I lagg and come behind  
As I wear lame, and had a broken leg  
Or else I cannot, lie within the wind  
And hearken still, what I might easily beg  
I need not say, in mouth I have a gegg  
For I have spoken, and sped in matters small  
By help of him, that hath my Verses all.   

But far God wots, I am from that I seek  
And miss the mark, that many men do hit  
Wherefore sal● tears, do trickle down the cheek  
And heart doth feel, full many a woeful fit  
And so aside, in solemn sorrow sit  
As one in deed, that is forsaken clean  
Where most he doth, deserve and best doth mean.   

No matter now, though each man march & tread  
On him that hates, the life he bears about  
Yet such as shall, these heavy Verses read  
Shall find I blame, my fortune out of doubt  
But since on hope, no better hap will sprout  
I yield to death, and upward lift the mind  
Where loathsome life, shall present comfort find.   

Sens hope can have, no honey from the Hive  
And pains can pluck, no pleasure for his toil  
It is but vain, for weighed life to strive  
And stretch out time, with torment and tormoile  
Get what we can, death triumphs o'er the spoil  
Than note this well, though we win near so mitch  
When death tacks all, we leave a miser rich.   

To live and lack, is double death in deed  
A present death, exceeds a lingering woe  
Sens no good hap, in youth did help my need  
In age why should, I strive for Fortune so  
Old years are come, and haests me hens to go  
The t●me draws on, I hate the life I have  
When heart shall break, my grief shall end in grave.   

Should I seek life, that finds no place of rest  
Ne soot nor seat, to shroud me from the air  
When cramping cold, be clipps my careful breast  
And dolor drives, my heart in deep despair  
For such foul days, dark death is wondrous fair  
As good to make, the skrawlling worms a feast  
As pleas the world, where mischief makes her nest.   

High time it is, to haste my carcase hen's  
Youth stool away, and felt no kind of joy  
And age he laft, in travel ever since  
The wanton days, that made me nice and coy  
Wear but a dream, a shadow and a toy  
Sigh slaurye here, I find and nothing else  
My hoem is there, where soul in freedom dwells.   

In wars and woe, my years aer waested clean  
What should I see, if lordly lief I led  
I loek in glass, and find my cheeks so lean  
That every hour, I do but wish me dead  
Now back bends down, & forwards faulls the head  
And hollow eyes, in wrinkled brow doth shroud  
As though two stars, wear creeping under cloud.   

The lips wax cold, and loeks both pael & thin  
The teeth fawlls out, as nuts forsoek the shall  
The baer bald head, but shoes where hear hath been  
The lively joints, wax weighed stiff and staell  
The ready tongue, now folters in his taell  
The wearish face, and tawny colour shoes  
The corraeg quaills, as strength decays and goes.   

The sweet delights, are drowned in dulled mind  
The gladsome sports, to groaning sighs are bend  
The frisking limbs, so far from frame I find  
That I▪ forthincke, the time that youth hath spent  
But when I way, that all these things wear lent  
And I must pay, the earth her duty throw  
I shrink no whit, to yield these pleasures now.   

Had I possessed, the gifts of Fortune here  
A house a wife, and children therewithal  
And had in store (to make my friends good cheer)  
Such common things, as neighbours have at call  
In such despair, perchance I would not fall  
But want of this, and other lacks a score.  
Bids me seek death, and wish to live no more.   

Yet for to bear, a piece of all my woes  
(And to impart, the privy pangs I felt)  
From country soil, a sober wife I choes  
In mine own house, with whom I seldom dwelled  
When thousands slept, I waekt I sweat I swelled  
To compass that, I never could attain  
And still from hoem, abroed I brack my brain.   

The thatcher hath, a cottage poor you see  
The shepherd knows, where he shall sleep at night  
The daily drudge, from cares can quiet be  
Th●s Fortune sends, some rest to every wight  
So born I was, to house and land by right  
But in a bag, to Court I brought the same  
From Shrews brye town, a seat of ancient fame.   

What thinks my friends, that there behind I laft  
What fault finds she, that gave me lief and suck  
O court fien, thou art to cold a craft  
The Carter hath, at hoem much better luck  
Well, well I say, a due all worldly muck  
Ne house nor land, we bear away I know  
I naked came, and naked hence must go.   

The greatest king, must pass the self same way  
Our day of birth, and burial are alike  
Their joy, their pomp, their wealth and rich array  
Shall soen consuem, like snow that lies in dieck  
No buckler serves, when sudden death doth striek  
As soon may coem, a poer man's soul to bliss  
As may the rich, or greatest Lord that is.   

Well ear my breath, my body do forsaek  
My spirit I do, bequeath to God above  
My books, my skrowls, and songs that I did maek  
I leave with friends, that freely did me love  
To flyring foes, whose malice did me move  
I wish in haste, amendment of their ways  
And to the Court, and courtiers happy days.   

My fortuen strange, to strangers do I leave  
That strangely can, retain such strange mishap  
To such as still, in world did me disseave  
I wish they may, bewaer of such like trap  
To slanderous tongues, that killed me with their clap  
I wish moer rest, than they have given me  
And bless those shrews, that corst and crabbed be.   

To such as yet, did never pleasuer man  
I give those ryems, that nips the gawlled back  
To such as would, do good and if they can  
I wish good luck, long lief, and void of lack  
To currysh karls, a whip and collyars' sack  
And to the proud, that stands upon their braus  
A waynskot face, and twenty crabtree staves.   

To surly sires, that scorns the meaner sort  
A nightcap ford, with Foins I them bequeath  
To such as skowll, at others good report  
(And sets much stoer, by their own painted sheath)  
In sien of luck, I give a willow wreath  
To such as aer, unnaemd and merit's much  
The stoens I leave, that tries the gold by touch.   

To gentle race, with good conditions joined  
I wish moer joy, than man imagine may  
And sens for pooer, I have no money coined  
God grant them all, a merry marriage day  
To such as doth, delight in honest play  
I wish the gold, that I have lost thereby  
And all the wealth, I want before I die.   

Now friends shack hands, I must be gone my boys  
Our mirth taeks end, our triumph all is done  
Our tykling talk, our sports and myrry toys  
Do flyed away, like shadow of the Son  
Another comes, when I my race have run  
Shall pass the time, with you in better plyt  
And find good cause, of greater things to writ.   
FINIS.   

A DISCOURSE HOW virtue seams to sleep and justice is ever awaken.  

WHen virtue laid her down to sleep,  
and would no longer wake:  
And wicked world did wanton wax,  
as vice would triumph make.   

I sat and mused all the while,  
on things of wonders weight:  
As though our latter judgement day  
at hand were coming straight.   

For lo each land, and kingdom large,  
In compass of my view:  
Stood all bespread with wailing wights,  
and sudden sorrows new.   

Some ran to raise dame virtue up,  
but none dared stir her though:  
Disordered lief kept people back.  
and said let virtue go.   

Dead sleep hath caught her for a space,  
to plague proud haguhtie heads:  
That wallows in their wayward wills,  
on pleasures wanton beds.   

The feeble folk that lives in fear,  
and feed in cottage cold:  
Were half amazed to here the tale,  
that lawless life had told.   

Is virtue slombring now alas,  
qd one that felt much wrong:  
Than shall the poor with pensive mind,  
complain of grief to long.   

This was no sooner said but lo●,  
in fields and forests thick:  
I hard a heap of wounded hearts,  
that pinched were near the quick.   

Cry out so loud they pers● the clouds,  
and in their roaring tewne:  
They did pronounce that wretched folk,  
full soon should come to rewne.   

If sacred Gods that guides the Stars,  
and rules both Sun and Moon:  
Brought not a box of precious balm,  
to salve the mischief soon.   

In this discourse and doleful brutes,  
came revel roughly clad:  
And made wild havoc sound the drum,  
as all the world were mad.   

And so was haerbraine broils abroach,  
and men imbrued in blood:  
Begun to strive with stout attempts,  
For rule and worldly good.   

The horse did see where lay his strength,  
and would not rained ●ee:  
The Ox forsook the wont plough,  
the Ass would needs go free.   

And slang the burden on the floor,  
thus savage grew they all:  
That had been tame and meek as lamb,  
and long at masters call.   

The common sort beholding this,  
laughed labour care and toil:  
And sought throw sleights & snatching shifts  
to thrive and live by spoil.   

Now dullarde●●ere so quick of sense,  
they 'gan dispute the case:  
And sifted finely flower from Brawn,  
and had so trim a grace.   

They could beguile the Mylnar smooth,  
and make the Baker smile:  
It was world to see the world,  
And worldlings all the while.   

When folly wrought by slipper means,  
to reach beyond the wys●:  
As though blind Bayards boulnes rude,  
could blear clear Argos eyes.   

Yet devilish brains and deep deceit,  
did drive such cumbrous drieftes:  
That plainness in a pilgrim's weed,  
was put unto her shieftes.   

True dealing was but cauld a dolt,  
or else God's fool in dead:  
Dame flattery claimed friendship's place,  
yet failed her friend at need.   

And robbery was good purchase held,  
and lust was solace sweet:  
And they were called the lively lads.  
that had the quickest spirit.   

Some said lords hests were held for laws,  
but those were Chawsers words:  
And faith did fail in old priests saws,  
tush all this was but boards.   

Yet in flat earnest this was true,  
the greedy groppt for gain:  
And hungry guts might gnaw their gums  
and still in grief complain.   

And private profit prowled for pennies,  
her purse lay open wide:  
Thus public state with rueful noise,  
unto the heavens cried.   

For help and secure to the harms,  
that fallen on cursed earth:  
That never yet was pure and free,  
from plagues since Abel's birth.   

O wytles wights the Gods said thou,  
that sits above the skies:  
O people ●ayne why do you pewle,  
and make such wretched cries.   

Think you we have forgotten clean,  
the feeble force of man:  
Saw we not what should come to pass,  
●re first the world began.   

Yees sure, and ordained goodly laws,  
to stay your strougling states:  
And always held up justice still,  
to end your sharp debates.   

Are you so childish to believe,  
though virtue seam to dream:  
That we will suffer s●aetly vice,  
to strive against the stream.   

Not, not, our laws shall link you fast,  
in leagues of love full long:  
And learn each man to know his own,  
and what is right and wrong.   

The pillars that holds up the house,  
and props unto the same:  
Are known among good workmen all,  
of such as buildings frame.   

What comforts kings & common weals,  
and keeps the land in awe:  
But noble rule and threatening sword,  
and worthy upright law.   

Though virtue do not shine so bright,  
as she was wont of old:  
In justice seat if you list search,  
her beams you may behold.   

At times and terms as temperance tunes,  
the strings that are amiss:  
So law reforms the wilful world,  
when out of square it is.   

And justice sure shall never die,  
while S●lons name is known:  
And while that wit and reason learns,  
each man to know his owen.   

These words thus spoken of fearful Gods,  
the world shrank back for fear:  
And I bele●d mine addle bed,  
these things had dreamt there.   
FINIS.   

CHURCHYARDS dream written to Master William Harbert Esquire, dwelling at Saint Gillian's by Carlion in Walls.  
Some men affyrm Dreams are untrue,  
But what the judgement is of you  
I know not yet, but well I think  
They may proceed, of meat or drink  
Receyud before the sleep we take  
Complexions often fancies make  
And talk of things o'er night before  
Breeds dreams in some men's heads great stoer.  
But this you know, the powers above  
Our earthly vessels here doth move  
By cowrs as they, are of there kind  
And sets the moshons in our mind  
As one might say we nothing do  
But Planets pricks us thearunto.  
Loek how the heavens order is  
The Earth must follow, grant me this,  
Than we that of the Earth are made  
Must needs obey, the Heavens traed  
Four Ellements of each you know  
Or all we feel, the rule is so:  
Some wone moer mirt therewith we see  
And subject moer, than others be  
To them among us here remain  
But what of that, to break my brain  
About disputing of such thing  
Or yet my wits in erors bring  
I need not seartch so deep a case  
I should but run beyond my race.  
Yet of some dreams that aer devien  
Let me a little here defien  

Noet.  For privy warnings god doth give  
By sleeps to those that here do live.  
Was not the dreams of kings sought out  
By danniell who, made clear each doubt  
That by the same might rise or spring  
Takes god no caer but for aching  
Is not the poer to him as dear  
The meanest as the greatest peer  
Thought on of him, yes than besuer  
By dreams somtims he doth procure  
A man to think on, things to come  
A dream may speak that seemeth dom.  
A dream hath lief though sleeps full dead  
Breed fancies in, an Idle head  
Some when they waek do soon forget  
What sweavons in the night they met  
And drives the day to end with all  
And at the length unwaeres doth fall  
In that great flo●d or in that stream  
That they aer warned of by there dream.  
But I that for to sh●n is glad  
The danger of a dream I had  
Do tell the same, lo this hit was  

The dream 〈◊〉  Me thought from hoem as I did pass  
Unto your house you said that tied  
You had a journey for to ride  
Ahors you lent me for the same  
So forth we r●ed and had good ga●m  
We lawght and checkled all the way●  
But as you know that after play  
Comes caer and sorrow so it fallen  
When I beleud that all was well  
You frowned and flung from me for o●  
And as I used was to skoef  
I gestid still and followed fast  
But you o'er roed me at the last  
And for I would not tire my nag  
I shaept myself behind to lag  
A ●o●n I pricked and palfrey sport  
And much I thought yet spaek no word  
Save that I said with voice full lo  
What's will my fiend forsaek me so?  
What new told tale doth torn him thus  
No taell a toy hit is ywus  
No toy he is to wies therefore  
Some thing hit is yea les or more  
But what hit is I need not fear  
For seartch my conscience every where  
And clear it standeth in each traed  
To him since he my friend I made.  
Thus muesing on mi guiltless case  
I then began, to meant my pace  
And as the devil would hit so  
That I ill hap should not forego.  
(When mischeeus come they fawl on heap)  
My horse did start and 'gan to leap  
The ●aed I think had seen a spriet  
He made the fire rise from his feet  
Out of the stoens where he did tramp  
Lord than how I did staer and stamp  
And thrust the sporrs in to his sied  
But girth and saddle baed abide  
They fallen from Horse full all to broek  
And in the mire, flat like an oek  
I lay a long, but what of that  
Ear I roes up, and found my hat  
Which lay fast by, an Elders roet  
My Horse was gone, and I on fo●t.  
My face with dirt, was so arrayed  
Hit made the horse, there of afraid  
For as I ran the jaed to get  
The po●r plain people that I met  
Thought sure I had been clean distraught,  
Oenone gave me way, another laughed  
The third said sir go wash your face  
But still I had my beast in chase  
And ran not swearing half a myel  
But toek the jaed against a stiel  
By that was Curttals bryedell lost  
And I might ryed (but not in post)  
On gawldid back and carrayn boens  
The harneys, saddell all at oens  
Was broek as said afoer I have  

No●●.  Than could I call no oes●lar knave  
Nor face him down my gear was gone  
And piekt away by hangers on  
That follow geasts to every In  
By shifted some pair of ●oets to win  
Such filtchars have so great a lack  
They steal the saddle from the back  
But I that brought a saddle out  
Might rided now like a gentle lout  
There was no thief to shroud my shaem  
But plaen poer Tom, to bear the blaem  
What needs moer words, of this to speak  
Get up I did on Horse full weak.  
My girdle was the bridle than  
Thus road I like a clean young man.  
A greater fire was in the straw,  
As in the Dream me thought I see,  
A further mischief after this.  
I found and felt lo this it is.  
As I my journey thought to take  
The Horssis back a two it broke 
Note.   
Out stepped his bones, in fell my cors  
Amid the belly of the Horse  
I looked still, when he would fall  
He seemed to have no harm at all:  
And kept the way and boer it out,  
With that I would have turned about  
To see if all belonged him to  
Would serve as they wear wont to do.  
His limbs I mean, which wear so sore  
That he had mind to turn no moer  
But hoemward, held as fast a main,  
As any jennet could of spain.  
Or irish hobby fair and fat  
I would not have believed that.  
If one had told it for no lie  
But sure I see it with mine eye  
As well as in a dream I might  
I lay no head, on things by night  
As in the day I had them seen  
This was of troeth and this I ween  
Hath difference far for troeth is sound  
And weening dwells on doubtful ground  
But since I come unto this clause  
Now will I talk and sho some cause  
Of Dreams and let the matter rest  
Of my deformed broken backed beast.  
Yet shall my pen here after plain  
Unto my porp●s turn again.  

.  There was a man, myself might be  
That in a Dream did think to see  
A Sergeant come with Maece in hand  
Who said good sir I pray you stand  
I you arrest for Debt you know  
To whom the money you do own  
And if you have forgot the some  
Unto the cownter you must come  
And to your action answer make  
What knave qd he thou dost mistaek  
The man I think that thou dost seek  
I own not all the world a leek  
Whearfoer I list not the obey  
He drew his sword and made a fray  
Clobbs cried the sergeant all in fear  
Out came the townsmen every where  
And from the wound mill this dreemd he  
Where hakney horsis hired be  
This man was driven by plain strength  
And ran in to a church at length  
That at saint larance laen end stands  
Yet cold not skaep, the sargants hands,  
Forth was he brought, and mann●est s●er  
But friends be found (to salve the soer)  
Among the sargantts all on heap  
So that unto, the goet in cheap  
He brought was than, and there to sand  
For friends to make, of this an end  
Which was found out, and had discharge  
And where he would he went at large  
lo therewith did this man awaek  
Yet of his dream discourse did maek  
Unto oen Field with whom he lay  
Who baed him not go forth that day 
John Field by wa●feeld   
For by a figuer found he had  
If he went forth he should be lad  
Unto the countter, or skaep ha●d  
This man did little that regard  
Think you (qd he) the planets may  
'Cause me to found ill luck this day  
As though they had the rule of man  
Do what you will said to him than  
His bed fellow, who straightway roes  
And out of doer full fast he goes  
The dreamaer followed as he might  
When cloes wear on and day was light  
But he no soenner in the street  
●ut lo a sergeant, did he meet  
And as before you told, I have  
Hit came to pass, so god me save  
This is no fable made for mirth  
For by that lord that made the earth  
The heavens toe, and all there in  
Believe me now, this thing hath been  
Laet in the raing of mary queen  
And then the proef of this, 
No●●.  was seen  
All men have not a gift a like  
Some god doth warn, before he striek  
Some have grosswitts, some heads devien  
For divers graces god doth sien  
To man as pleaseth him to shoe  
Where for let us confess and know  
He made not man so viell a thing  
And set him here, as lord and king  
Of all the works he did create  
But he taeks caer for man's estaet  
And reasons with man every hour  
And in his vessails still doth power  
What lickor he thinks meet therefore  

Note.  The pot can never boill no moer.  
Than Coek doth list to put there in  
For Cock makes broth, both thick & thin:  
The pottar likwies hath in choice  
In which pot he will moest rejoice.  
Which vessaill is for honour made,  
And which must sa●ue, a seruyell traed.  
The pottar knows, and fashions all  
●lls blind and weak we might him call  
If pot or any vesseill clear  
To other porpos served here  
Than he before hath ordained plain  
To whom the use of pots pertain  
As I might say a gardnar good  
Yet never thoroughly under stood  
What weeds and flowers wear meet to grow  
With in his guard, even so  
Is that as true that god doth want  
Foersyght of any earthly plant  
That in his vienyard beareth graepps  
You grant that god doth give men shaepp●  
And doth he give, but form aloen  
A picktuer wrought, of flesh and boen  
And lets man think, what thought he will  
Doth not he give him wit and skill  
And sets such thoughts a mid man's heart  
As can not come, by kind, nor aert  
If god have given lief and breath  
And in his hand, have lye● and death  
How should not he, now would I learn  
The minds of men, before desern.  
Eaer they or thought, what they shallbe  
If god the cause, thereof do see  
Than must they needs, from him proceed  
As ground and roet, of each good deed  
For what were flesh? that no lief had  
And lief from feeling wear as bad  
And feeling comes, by reason's loer  
Than reason have we not before  
We do receive of God that gift  
Why than there is no other shift  
But he that putteth in the same  
Must needs be master of the game.  
If naught be put into the pot  
It cannot seeth full well you wots.  
Who boils the pot and makes the fire  
Puts things therein at his desire  
A broken pot, you call that still  
That neither sarus, to good nor ill.  
An needless pot, god doth not make  
That will no kind, of liquor take.  
What pitchard will for water go  
Be it not born, than way this so  
No man may think, 
Note.  a thought say I  
But it is ordained, from an high  
And powered in us by his mean  
That saith every thing full clean  
And knoweth well to what intent  
Catch vessayl at the first was meant  
And to such use as they were wrought  
He letteth them be drawn and brought.  
And boldly now, if I dared speak  
I think the makars wit wear weak  
To form a thing, and doth not know  
To what intent, he made it so.  
Than this must follow if he knue  
Of all his works what should ensue  
There cowrs was set in his foer sight  
●ar that he made, the day and might  
So needs they must befall likwies  
Than should we not no cause dispies  
That lerns us how to know his power  
Which worketh in us every hour  
A waek a sleep at meat at rest  
We must found lodging for that jest  
He will come in and maek a stoer  
And knock hard at thy conscience doer  
And threaten skorgiss for thy sin  
And speak and talk to the with in  
And tell the things that aer amiss  
And say thou foell bewaer of this  
Thou usest often? thy god I am  
That for to warn the hither came  
To shone the plaegs for the prepaerd  
But if this warning be not hard  
And men in sin still sleep and snort  
And of such visions makes a sport  
Than shall they feel no dream hit was  
When proef of this doth come to pass  
●e that will not be warned by sleep  
When he awaeks, may chance to weep  
In skriptuer have I read some time  
How John saw sowlls to heaven climb  
And jacob dreamt he saw the rams  
Leaping this to the choesen lams  
God doth a peer yea every where  
And sleeping rownds men in the ear  
As Io●b ●oth say, and I cold tell  
How divers awcttors shoes full well  
That dreams do signify to some  
Great caers and trobulls for to come  
And unto other shoes likwies  
When mirth and joy there shall aries  
I written not this as for a creed  
Let men trust dreams as they shall need  
Some dreams spring fro a feeble brain  
And some of sickness and of pain  
And other subjects many a●on  
Of which I will devies upon  
In dreams aer doubts and double freaks  
Some sleeps yet in his dream he speaks 
No●●.   
And rises up yet not a waek  
And in the house much noys doth maek  
He torns the lock and goes his way  
Out of the doer as at noen day  
And doth such things as fawlls in head  
By dream and after comes to bed  
He bars all fast where he hath been  
And never faulls nor breaks his shin  
Yet seems to sleep yea all the whyell  
But he that seethe the same may smyell  
And wonder at that I dell brain  
That in the bed is laid a gain  
Who laet in sleep a broed he saw  
another sort will seartch the straw  
And thrust a knief throw bed and all  
What may we now this dreaming call  
Of our complexshons comes this gear  
No sure of some mad freak I fear  
They rise they breed and norrishtt be  
And grows in men by some degree  
That costom makes to follow kind  
Or else they spring on troubled mind  
For charged conshens borthend soer  
Of some shrewd sact fowl done before  
Which pricks the inward parts of man  
That head nor fancy rests not than  
Though body as his costom is  
Must sleep or natuer helds with this  
Yet where the conshens is not clean  
There seeks the devil for to lean  
And 〈◊〉 no way that may be sought  
〈◊〉 plant there in despaired thought  
And makes the dreamar loud to cry  
He comes I see him with mine eye  
And sweats for fear this known I have  
And hard how some do use to rave  
And start upright as they wear wooed  
Some say hit cometh of a bloed  
A bloed I fear as doctors says  
That springeth of default of faith  
Some aer of such a weak belief  
They think each mouse should be a thief  
And every Rat that runs about  
Should be a Devil out of doubt  
Such folk as well dare lie aloen  
As I dare eat a load of stoen  
God never thought, was on that day  
At night than how should any way  
Such hellhounds sleep? of deulysh deeds,  
Nothing but fearful dreams proseeds  
Their minds on mischief runs so fast  
That fear of God or world is past  
As long as they can find a maet  
To chat with all to lie or praet  
In surety than, you ●all on hoef  
They thank they stand, amid their roef  
But wh●n aloen they hap to go  
There conshens doth accues them so  
They may not sit ne sleep nor rest  
But gnawing worms are in their breast  
And trembling thoughts doth them confounded  
Theas men must needs now sleep unsound  
Of whose mad dreams so God me speed  
I think wise folk, aught take good heed  
And give them counsel in this case  
And learn them for to feel the grace  
That god doth promise to us all  
With faithful heart, that to him call  
Good prayer sure may salve this grief  
This is a part of my belief.  
And for to prove that saying true  
I will rehearse a thing to you  
Which hath been tried and tried again  
Whearfore give ear I list not fain  
I knue myself and of laet days 
No●●.   
A father that was much to prays  
In bringing up his babes catch on  
He might be called a paragon  
In teaching youth and using age  
Would god catch man would wear his bag  
And seek his lyurey for to have  
Than in there hearts they should engrave  
The fear of God, his armour coet  
And all the worship that he goet,  
His aerms, his colours and his crest  
His hope, his curatts for his breast  
His shield, his sword, his enemies rod  
And to be short, the fear of God  
Was all or moest, of his delight  
In sleashly tabuls God did writ.  
His law, his fear and blessed will  
Far past the compass of our skill  
I mean within the humble mind  
(Of this goodman well bend of kind)  
With perfect stamp was printed fast  
The law and fear I spoke of last  
As all his children taught he well  
To oen apart this did he tell  
Moer of●nar than unto the rest  

●oet.  Perhaps that boy, he loved best)  
How if he would his blessing win  
Than with this rule he must begin  
First every morning when he roes  
Before he had put on his cloes  
He should a solemn prayer say  
To God to keep him all the day  
That he did purpose well to spend  
And when the day, was brought to end  
(And should repair unto his bed)  
Another prayer should be said  
Before he slept, if this he did  
In every point, as he was bid  
The Father said, that God on high  
Would bless the place, where he did lie  
And give an Angel, charge he said  
To keep good watch, about the bed.  
That neither fiend, nor fearful sight  
Should vex the silly soul that night,  
His son that lesson kept full well  
And never from that order fallen  
But most devoutly that he used  
Till wanton life, had him abvesd  
And made him mind, such follies here  
As reckless youth, doth buy full deer.  
Whose pleasuers when the son had caught  
The goodly rule, his father taught  
In very deed, forgotten was  
And little did, this young man pass  
How he the day, or night had spent  
But here what plaegs was aftter sent. 
Note.   
What restless sleeps and dreams he had  
For some tims as he had been mad  
(When in the bed he down was laid)  
He did such things as would have Afraid  
The stowttest man, that treads in shoe  
And farther moer, I may tell you  
He was afeard himself full often  
For nothing stoerd by him so soft  
(Within the chaember that he steeped)  
But therewith under cloes be crept  
And dared not speak, of any thing  
To be of all the world a king.  
Theas fancies did not change him so  
But he had torments many more  
Of other secret fears with in  
When for to sleep, he did begin.  
Which alttred him on such a sort  
I can not make thereof report.  
Such frights and starting in the bed  
And of his mouth, I have hard said  
He thought he saw, and marked hit well  
A thousand devils out of hell  
Come running on him all at oens  
Some toer his flesh some broek his boens  
Some flung him down, as than he thought  
And was therewith in slumber brought  
But still his fancies did him fraem  
To cry aloud, on Jesus' naem  
Yea such as slept with him have hard  
That he the blessed naem preferred  
Of Jesus' surely first of all  

Noet.  And when there on this man did call  
His raeg of storms began to slaek  
And straight from sleep he did awaek  
Than would he loek unto the lord  
And so the father's rule record  
No soever was a prayer said  
But ●ownd as ba●b in cradle laid  
He slept, and hath d●n oftten sense  
This prous that under god's defence  
●an walks ● sleeps, and dreams somwhiels  
And as he at our folly s●●els  
A gent●ill warning doth he give  
Because he would have sinnars live  
And so convert, for causis knoen  
To him that sits in sacred throen  
He gieds and governs every where  
Andrea brings the haughty hearts in fear  
To make men know from whence we have  
The quiet sleeps, and rest we crave.  
I could of dreams much moer resit  
But this sufficeth that I written  
To show that dreams of many men  
Aer true, or moshons now and then  
To make us way, in balance right  
That god with wonders works his might  
And doth in sleep, a messaeg sand  
(Unto some purpose and some end)  
To man whose thought and doings both  
He seethe and marks what path he goeth  
Now to re●orn (I think hit best)  
Where I did leave, and sho the rest  
How that, my horse that iomling iced  
To be at home such labour made  
Yet must I needs, now wonder how  
This monstrous thing could bear me throw  
But things in Dreams you know may seem  
That out of Dreams, no man will deem  
As did this to, for who would think  
(Or in his head could let it sink)  
That in the bowels of a beast  
Thus I could rided, or at the lest  
How Horse away so fast did troth  
The dream would have it so you wots.  
Now when to stable d●er we came  
The ro●ll stowed still as any Lam  
Then did I light and went my weigh  
There at the horse began to neigh  
He made so loud and shrill a sound  
As though in sunder shaekt the ground:  
I never see, in such a heat  
(When on the earth his feet he beaten.)  
Ne beast nor man, nor living thing  
And as the bruit thereof did ring  
Within your earrs you came to se  
What rule and revel this might be.  
Wherewith the Horse against his kind  
In reason did declaer his mind  
And spoke in order like a man  
But when to talk the Horse began  
You muesd and all your house each one  
That still stood wondering there upon:  
But lo he told his taell so well  
And so rehearsed every dell  
How I within his belly roed  
That you than without moer aboed  
In his behalf said unto me  
Is this an honest prank of the  
First to offend me as thou know'st  
Than further in thy folly goest  
And breaks the back of my poer horse  
And after ridest in his cors  
And not content with that fowl part  
But here again, returned art  
To set my heart, on anger moer  
Perchance thou mayst repent it sore.  
This said▪ the Horse fallen down star●ded  
And to another world you fled  
And le●● your wife your child and all  
To that which after might befall.  
My friend thus gone (qd I) alas  
Man's life is brittle as the glass  
And with the grief that I did take  
Out of my dream I did awake.  
And when at full I had it s●and  
I took my pen and ynk in hand.  
Yea ear I had put on my cloes  
Or out of bed that day I roes,  
This did I writ, this did I pen,  
In such a plight my head was then  
And by my troeth with no more time,  
I wrote to you this barrayn rhyme,  
Wherefore a shamed, I am to sand  
A matter now, so basely penned,  
To any friend or learned man  
That judgement hath as well you can  
●o the judge and mend the fa●tes here in,  
Or when the like is to begin  
A better make, yet take in worth  
Such fruit as my, baer tree brings forth  
If sweeter appuls cold it yield,  
Than with sour wielding of the field  
And such dry crabs, new fallen from tree  
You should not thus presented be.  
But where there grows no goodly fig●  
And spring's hard briars and robbishe twigs  
Out of such brambuls seek you not  
Not moer than of hedge weeds are got.  
How should I hit in Chausers vain  
Or touch the tip, of Surries brain  
Or dip my pen, in Pet●arkes stiell  
Sens cunning lak I all the whiell  
And baesly have I been brought up  
I never sipped on knowledge cup  
Nor could come near the troeth to tell  
To drink a draft of that sweet well  
That springeth from Pernasoes hill  
Wear I oens there to drink my fill  
Or that fair fowntaine might I keep  
Among the Poets there to sleep  
I would so make my belly swell  
With bibbing of this worthy well  
That every word out of my breast  
Should be a sentence at the lest.  
And every sentence from my head  
Should way in weight, a pound of led.  
And every lyen with pen I wraet  
Should wear garland Lawreaet.  
I mean my stiell should be so high  
That it should sho I sucked dry  
Pernasoes spring, and make men think  
If ever Poet's pen and ink  
Or well cowtcht ●ens did praiseth attain,  
My vers should every tongue constrain  
To give me lawd but all a mis  
And out of frame, the matter is  
I never knue what muesis meant  
No gift of pen, the gods me sent  
But such as in, wied world I found  
And digged up, in stoony ground  
Where I do tumble, up but stiens  
And if I hap a 'mong the boens  
Where any Poet hath been laid  
Lor● god than am I well a pa●d  
〈…〉 good relics I them hold  
〈…〉, to speak of gold  
〈◊〉 they 〈◊〉 ●●ar at my call  
And I could not at 〈◊〉 at all  
No 〈◊〉 of 〈…〉 secret skill  
 
〈◊〉 ●●●bull forth I must needs now  
For if I should let go the plough  
And backward look how I have done  
Than all wear marred I had begun.  
For as the faults to mend I sought  
I might in such despair be brought  
That I should fling the aside  
Should every one that shoetteth wie●  
Give o●r the pastime god defend  
An artchars hand, may daily mend  
A writars skill, may ●●pper be  
〈◊〉 stombleth now, that well may see  
And fawll no whit, another day  
〈◊〉 poer soell, what do I say  
●o help myself, as thought there might  
〈◊〉 unto me, a 〈…〉  
〈…〉, is 〈◊〉 I see  
〈…〉 and me  
〈…〉 of uncunning dark  
〈…〉 the whit or mark  
〈…〉 hit, I r●uelar of  
And biet a p●●ce, but on that loef  
Where other cuts a can●ell great  
At knowledge doer I do but beaten  
And knock when thousands steppeth in  
God knows I cannot find the gin  
Nor may set hand, upon the latch  
Yet take they as great pain that watch  
To enter there, as those I say  
Whom learning shoes, the ready way  
But they deserve, the praises moest  
That knowledge wins, in any ●d●st  
And for my luck was never such  
Taquaynt myself with knowledge much  
I seek no praise, but thank I crave  
For my goodwill, and for I have  
In Verse setforth this dream at full  
In deed I did no Feathers pull  
From other Birds, to patch this pluem  
But as in head I had a ruem  
Or fancy better might he naemd  
So all this Dream, here have I fraemd  
According as in thought hit fell  
Whearfore I pray you take it well.  
Finis.   

NOw noet you Redars of this Dream  
And of the garment rip the se●m  
And se what lies in folds of cloeth  
I mean mark how this matter goeth  
And how my Dream, against my mind,  
took force and virtue as I find.  
I dreamt I lost a friend in deed,  
Yea such a friend, who now should need:  
Will say that I, a jewel lost.  
But now to speak, that serveth most  
Unto my dream, and purpose here  
The same self day, the hour and year  
That I did dream, my friend was gone  
(And he at leisure looked there on)  
The self same week, he bad faerwell  
To all the world, when passing bell  
A witness was, to that a due.  
For xx. years, the man I knue  
But if to me (good God would give)  
The grace that I ten score should live  
I wear right sure, in all these days,  
To meet with none, so worthy praise.  
O Harbert thou dost harbour now  
Where I if I could compass how  
Would have a harbour for my bark  
But thou in light, and I in dark  
Are severed far, the moer my doell  
And suerrer harboured is thy soell.  
In wicked world no harbour is,  
The end of labour is our bliss  
Where Halberd hugs in Abraham's breast  
And where the choesen Lambs shall rest.  
Finis.   

A TAEL OF A FREER and a shoemakers wyef.  
IN Waels' there is a borrow town,  
Carmarden height the same:  
Where dwelled sometimes a lusty Freer,  
I need not sho his name.  
This Freer was fat and full of flesh,  
a jolly myrry knave:  
Who with the gossips of the town,  
himself could well behave.  
Thoes wealthy wives and thrifty daems,  
could never make good cheer:  
Nor well dispuet of Peter'S keys,  
if absent wear this Freer.  
He said his matins in there cares,  
and gospel at there bed.  
And spaerd no sarues for the quick,  
nor caerred for the dead.  
With abbotts ●as and faering well,  
this Freer so wantton was:  
That neither maid nor married wife,  
his Dorttour doer might pass.  
With out some stop such staells he laid,  
to make them stumble in:  
That by his lief men g●st he thought,  
that letchr● was no sin.  
A l●uing Freer good fellow like,  
in those days was he held:  
In every corner of the town,  
good compact out he smelled.  
And as you know in haunting long,  
all sorts of people there:  
He must find out some baiting place,  
a Mistress fowl or fear.  
A dainty morsel for his toeth,  
these Freers' loud well to fair:  
Though some were pleased with chéesis still,  
some found a better shaer.  
As did this honest brother in christ,  
by gosseping about:  
Who when he would a hakney rided,  
had found a palfrey out.  
A nag much of a woman's height,  
that used for to bear:  
Moer sacks perchance unto the Mill,  
than corn was griended there.  
I not declaer what trim conceits,  
he gave her all the whiell:  
●ar he obtained the thing he sought,  
how he his tongue could fiell.  
To talk and mince the matter well,  
the better to disgeast:  
And how full often at morrow Mass,  
his Mistress could he feast.  
And after none to gardens walk,  
and gathered Poesies gay  
And wooer them cloesly in his cowll,  
as he did sar●s say.  
Nor can not show you half the seats,  
he wrought to please his trull:  
But those moest fit for you to read,  
〈◊〉 put in riem I w●ll  
A 〈◊〉 that held a 〈◊〉  
far from his dwelling place▪  
A fair wife had a good brown weantch,  
and come of no ill race.  
Some sai of waggtaills pretti fo●lls,  
a kindred great and good:  
That knows what shears will serve the torn,  
when shroes will shaep a hood.  
The chief of this great lineage leads,  
there lives like holly Nons:  
That for relief in gadding time,  
about the cloister rons.  
A catter wawlling oens a week,  
in breath to keep them well:  
Lest virgins should some surfeit tack,  
when they lead aeps in hell.  
This woman went not out of kind,  
and sure for Simons sake  
She used great deeds of charity,  
and much a do did make.  
Saint Simon was a goodly man,  
the Freer might so be called  
I towtch no further lest he kick,  
for sure his back is galled.  
A live the man was many yeer●  
sens abbeys wear suprest:  
And dwelled not far from cardief town,  
when written was this jest.  
But to my taell let me return,  
this woman seldom failed  
The morrow mass at four aclok,  
to see how Christ was nailed.  
Unto the cross to whom she kneeled,  
with bo●k and beads in fi●t:  
And for devoshion many times,  
this gentle freer she 〈◊〉.  
At every Pater noster whiell,  
which was a precious thing.  
And jesus how hit did her good,  
to here her lubber sing.  
And when he turned about his face,  
and loeked throw the queer:  
She skrat her head, she sat on pricks,  
and crept the altar near.  
This costom kept she many days,  
the freer there of full glad:  
Yet still refard his other sport,  
till better time wear had.  
You must conceive this merry man,  
in jests and light conceits:  
His head was set and for the same  
full often he laid his baits.  
To laugh and pass the time away,  
such toys he would devise:  
That few men for the mirth thereof,  
the matter could despise.  

Note.  Upon a day appointed was,  
this wife as was her use:  
Should early come to morrow Mass,  
there might be made no skueses.  
She kept her hour and hard she kneeled.  
without the Dorttour doer:  
The Freer came forth and haeld her in,  
and slang her on the floer.  
Fie, fie, sir Freer she cried a pace,  
but what should more be said?  
She was content to take her case,  
and leap into the bed.  
And as mine author doth declare.  
the fownder for to sleep:  
She had no more upon her though,  
than hath a shogren sheep.  
Sir Sunkin had no points to louse,  
in Cowll and all he skips:  
God sand my Freer well forth again,  
the Moen was in the clips.  
How long he lay, or what he did,  
in soeth I cannot tell:  
But at the length the Sexton went,  
and range the Serves bell.  
The Freer wished Rope about his neck,  
the Matins was begun.  
That he that moern would sing or say,  
and all the Lessons done.  
Yet up he must for fear of che●k,  
his course was come to rise:  
The night before he took his rest,  
to heal his bleared eyes.  
A law there was within that house,  
who slept the saruis out:  
In Fraettry should be hoist full high,  
and whipped like breechless lout.  
Whearfore to tinder box he slept,  
and light a Sies in haste:  
And as he girded knotted kord▪  
full hard about his waest,  
Lie s●ill said he unto his jest,  
I must go take some pain:  
And sing a Psalm within the queer,  
but I will come again.  
Out goes he then, that liked her not,  
she dared not lie aloen:  
For fear of bugs, thus leave I now,  
a bed this goodwise joens▪  
And tell you how in queer full loud  
this shaven kock he kro●s  
And drowned his fellows every choens,  
he sang so in the nees.  
But as he turned the plain song book,  
●ull smoethly cold he smiell  
Yet none of all the covent could,  
perceive him all the whiell.  
To mend his mirth & make him laugh▪  
a fancy fallen in thought  
●e saw the owner of the beast,  
that he had rid for naught.  
The husband of the wife in deed,  
that he in bed had laft  
Who walked with in the church beneath,  
all careless of this craft.  

Not●.  Be god thought he I will go prove,  
this man if he do know  
His wife by measuring her foet,  
or mark a pen her toe.  
For if I so deceive the foell,  
and make the wife a s●rd  
He nor his wyef is near the worse,  
a hear not of his beard.  
And I shall much the better be,  
and laughing have at will  
Thus every way and be my luck,  
I shall have sport my fill.  
Down went this good religious man,  
where hornsby husband walked  
And cortchy made and dowkt ●ull lee.  
and as he with him talked.  
In have (qd he) known thee right long,  
and still the troeth to say  
I have thee found a faithful friend,  
in every kind of way  
A customar thou hast of me,  
my Money I bestow  
On thee before all other men  
that dwells within thy row.  
And to be plain I love thee well  
and plainer now I am  
Than give good ●are I shall declaer,  
whearfore to thee I came.  
But wise and w●erly use my words,  
and keep my council both  
Thy promise is sufficient band,  
I will no further oeth.  
This man full well he knue his good,  
who cortched to the ground  
Sweet sir (qd he) tell on your mind,  
I am your headman bound.  
Thou know'st my neighbour men must live  
and have a wench sometime,  
And we poor Freers' must keep it cloes,  
for fear of open crime  
It wear a spot unto our house,  
a sklandor to our name  
When we have sport if all the world,  
should understand the same.  
For god himself doth give us leave,  
as thou hast hard ear now  
Although the world we do disseave  
in keeping of our vow.  
I am to long in preaching thus,  
and time I do abves,  
I have a wench for whom thou must,  
●o make a pair of shoes.  
Let them be good, when I thee pay,  
a penny more to boet  
I shall the give, I lake (qd) he,  
the measuer of her foet  
Than boldly spoke this baer foet Freer,  
by God that shalt thou have:  
If thou keep close and follow me,  
else call the Freera knave.  
The straight plain path to Dortter then.  
they took the way full right:  
The Freer before, but you must note,  
it was not full day light.  
Wherefore the man came far behind,  
the Freer went in a pace  
And caused his wench the others wife,  
right cloes to hide her face.  
When entered was this honest man,  
put forth thy foet (qd he)  
The Freer I mean which at that time,  
the bolder man might be.  
She thrust her leg out of the bed,  
but head fast under cloes  
She kept and cursed the saucy friar,  
a hundredth times god knows.  
The workman took his measure well▪  
and had no further caer  
The Freer well laughed within his sleeve,  
thus pleased both they aer.  
But how the wife contented was,  
let wives be judge here in:  
That from their husband's beds somti●  
in such like case hath been.  
Yet let me shoe how she did quake,  
and tremble all the whiell  
And wished the roeprip hanged full high,  
that did her thus begiell  
And how for fear her body was,  
on water every part  
Here after shall you know likewise,  
what hate was in her heart  
Which for the time she covered well,  
and near a word she spoke  
Her husband haested to his shop,  
and so his leave did take  
I have a pair of shoes (qd he)  
(which I shall bring a non)  
All ready made for my wives foet,  
and hers I think both one  
You say the troeth good moem thought she,  
the Freer hath played the knave  
Make for your wife what shoes you list,  
the measure twice you have.  
The Freer ●ons forth, the man went hoem  
the woman lay a space  
As she had been in swaddling clouts,  
and dared not sho her face.  
When she had found herself aloen,  
she roes and speed did make  
To be at home ear her goodman,  
his breakfast came to take.  
As in her house she did arrive,  
she barred the doer full fast  
And burst a weeping like a babe,  
and this she said at last▪  
O he shameless knave, not pleased to spoill  
me of my wifely fame  
But a● my faults thy ●rantik head,  
must ● thereof a game  
Can not my breach of wedlocks band,  
content thee but in spit  
Thou must devise so lewd a fact,  
my saith with fraud to quit,  
How didst thou know, I dared not sto●r,  
that towtched was so near  
I might have scaped my husband's wrath,  
but thou hadst bought it deer.  
If I had spoek as oens I thought,  
to do my fear was such  
Thy folly had been ten-times moer,  
though mien were very much.  
He might have took his wife again,  
and knocked full well thy pa●t  
And shaud thy crown another sort,  
than fawls for thien estaet.  
Or else he might have shaemd us both,  
and so refuesd his wife  
I could have lived, but where wouldst thou,  
have led a Frears lief?  
O beastly wretch that of thyself,  
hast had so small regard  
As for the knavery showed to me,  
I will it well reward.  
Not for the malice due therefore,  
but that I mind to leave  
Example to thy fellows all,  
how they their friends deceive.  
Did I procure thee to this deed,  
did not thy Gospel's sweet  
And mombling often make me believe,  
a Devil was no spirit?  
Didst not thou seek me every hour.  
to sho me thy good will,  
And brought me grapes and goodly fruets.  
among my gossips stil.  
Thou caerst not if ten couple of hounds.  
did follow me full fast:  
And I a For wear in the field,  
sins now thy gear is past.  
Did not thy flyring face full often,  
frame me thus to thy fist:  
Than waist thou hot, now art thou cold,  
or warms the where thou list.  
A warming place within the town,  
here after mayst thou lack:  
And mistress perchance so meet a seat,  
to drink a cup of Sack.  
Thou keep'st not such a diet still,  
nor art not so presies:  
But as the thirst doth come again.  
thy appetite will rise.  
I pray to God it be my lot.  
to see thee at that stay:  
So thus the woman held her peace,  
and out she went her way.  
Unto the market for to seek,  
such things as hozwives do  
You know that have more skill than I,  
what doth belong theartoe.  
The poer man brought the friar his shuey  
and thought no harm thearin:  
And to his labour did return,  
his living for to win.  
His wife and he as they wear wont,  
full quiet days did lead,  
He near perceived by her shoe,  
where she awry did tread.  
She went as upright in the street,  
and with as good a grace:  
And set upon her follies past,  
in deed as bold a face,  
As she that never made offence,  
for custom breeds a law:  
And makes them keep their countenance trim.  
that one's have bro●k a straw.  
Well, all the winter passed forth,  
this couple at their will:  
The wief her counsel kept full cloes,  
the poer man ment noen ill.  
But as the spring came on a pace,  
the Freer waxed wanton toe:  
And ●ayn would nag, but credit lost,  
he knue not where to woo.  
And so bethought him of the prank,  
he played in way of sport:  
And sought to salve the sore again,  
with words and medsons short.  
So he dame so amendss to make,  
and turn hit to a gest:  
And thought to laugh the matter out,  
as it was meet and best.  

Note.  And as by chance he met this wife,  
god speed sweet heart (qd he)  
I marvel why th●se many days,  
you are so strange to me.  
The Fowlers myrry whi●●ell now,  
must needs betra● the bird:  
The wielly wife now shaep● her tongue,  
to give the Freer a●ird:  
Not strange (qd she but that in faith,  
I did unkindly take:  
The part you played, and yet I thought,  
it was for favours sack  
Or for some mirth, for if of spite,  
it had been wrought I know:  
I should have had some shaem ear this,  
but sure I find not so.  
I swear by good saint Francis daem,  
the troeth thou sayest in deed:  
Whearfo●r let pass such follies old,  
that may nue quarrels breed.  
And be my friend thou hast good wit,  
thou know'st now what I mean:  
Let all old ●ests long gone and passed,  
be now forgotten clean.  
The wife thus finding fortune good,  
to compass that she would:  
A gentle lie in twig 'gan she make,  
to take the Freer in hold.  
Yet shaept to save them harmless both,  
from blot and worldly shaem:  
And quit the knack, so she might laugh,  
and have there at some gaem.  
Well sir (quoth she) I know at full,  
the meaning of your mind:  
And would to God some honest way,  
for you now I might found.  
My husband haply may me mistress,  
if I should come to you:  
Than our old fatches will not serve,  
we must devies a nue.  
A colour must the painter cast,  
on poests and patched wawls:  
Who ta●ks away a stumbling stock,  
shall freely skaep from fawls.  
A jellows toy is taken soon,  
a trifull breeds ●●strust:  
Great danger follows fowl delits  
as slander follows lust.  
If will be wone with worldly shaem.  
the pleasuers torns to pain:  
Whearfor we need a double clock,  
to keep us from the rain.  
When that my husband is in shop,  
if you the pains will taek:  
To come unto my house betimes,  
there will myrry maek.  
But come as soon and if you may,  
as any day a peers:  
The way you know unto my house,  
but standeth by the freers.  
I will said he, and sight there with▪  
so wrong her by the hand:  
But little of the matter yet,  
the foel did understand.  
As beettell brains are brought in briars,  
before they see the snaer:  
So this wise wodkok in a net,  
was caught ea● he was waer.  
The time came on, the Fr●er was there,  
and up the stairs he went:  
A cup of Malmsie qd the wife,)  
now would us both content.  
The little bo● that is beneath,  
shall soon go fetch the same:  
Take money with thee qd the Freer,  
so thus ●oes down the dame.  
Unto the boy and bade him run,  
unto the shop above▪  
And bid his master come in haste,  
if he his wyef did love.  
For sick she was, but boy qd she,  
than trodg thou for the drink:  
O boy I fear that I shall sound,  
before thou come I think.  
Out ●lings the lad, up goes the w  
and at a window pride:  
Until at length fa●re of full well,  
her husband had she spied.  
Alas go ●ied the quickly freer,  
said she if that thou can:  
For ●●er at ●and I do not feign,  
there cometh my good man.  
●er● is no corner to get out,  
full 〈◊〉 is me their foer:  
Now shall we by our pastime deer,  
and pa● for pleasuers sore.  
Now al● the mischief willbe mien,  
because I have the here:  
Now shall my honest naem be brought,  
in question by a Freer.  
Well now there is no nother shifted,  
but here the bront to bide:  
Except that in th●s little chest,  
th● self now canst though hied.  
Now chues thou whether open blaem,  
or secret prison sweet:  
In theas e●streams and ●aest is moest,  
for present mischief meet.  
The Freer to found some ready help,  
was pleased and well a paid:  
So in the chest this great wies' man,  
is crept full sore afraid.  
She lokt the same, and clapped the keys,  
close under bolstor saer:  
So laid her down upon the bed,  
and ●●d soer fits endure.  
Or feigned to feel about her breast,  
such grieps she said she felt:  
The groening of the same did make,  
her husband's heart to melt.  
How now dear wife, what aileth thee,  
the simple soul said than:  
Fie wife pluck up a woman's heart,  
yea husband God knows when.  
Quoth she if Aquavite now,  
I drink not out of hand:  
I have a ●●itch so soer godwot,  
I c●n nor sit nor stand.  
Thou hast a bottle in the house,  
I dare well say qd he:  
Of aquavite laetly bought,  
there may no better be.  
Within thy chest, where are thy keys,  
I know not by my life:  
Said she, you set moer by a lock,  
than you do by your wife.  
You w●s and you wear sick I should,  
the lock right soon up break:  
That shallbe done (qd he) you need,  
thereof no moer to speak.  
A Hatchet to●k he in his hand,  
and stro●k hit such a bl●●:  
The Chaember shanked, the Freer he qua●kt,  
and s●onk for fear and woe.  
The chest with Iron bars was bond,  
which made the goodman sweat:  
The Freer like doctor Dolt lay still.  
in dread and danger great.  
(And dared not s●ur for all the world,)  
●●s ●orrage quite was gone:  
The poer man ●ad a pig in po●k,  
had he lo●kt well there on.  
The lo●k was good that knue the wife,  
who b●●d her husband strike:  
〈…〉 on loed the frer with in,  
that sport did little lie●.  
At le●●th the bands began to louse,  
the wise had eye thereto:  
Sh● s●a●d if he did strike again,  
the lo●k● would sure undo.  
Than thought she on a woman's wiell,  
which never ●a●les at need:  
If Feet wear seen than was she shaemd  
no, not, she toek mo●r heed.  
O hold your hand you kill my head, 
Note.   
(qd she● to here you knock:  
Now am I ease, great harm it wear,  
to spill so good a lock.  
My such is gone, than let me sleep,  
and rest myself a wh●ell:  
The goo●man went unto his shop,  
the wife began to s●●eil.  
When ●he had sent away the boy,  
a●l ●hu●g●s in quiet wear:  
She roes and went to ●ase the Freer,  
that lay half dead for fear.  
〈◊〉 resurrection who had seen,  
must 〈◊〉 have laughed at lest:  
〈◊〉 how 〈◊〉 lay, than how he lo●kt,  
and 〈◊〉 like a beast.  
Now am I quit qd she sir Freer,  
and yet you aer not shaemd:  
And throw a woman who you scorned,  
your folly now is taemd.  
This tael so ends and by the same,  
you see what Freers' have been:  
And how their outward holly lives,  
was but a clo●k for sin.  
Here ●ay you see how plain poor men,  
that labours for there foed:  
Aer soon disseaud with sottel snacks,  
of wicked serpents broed.  
Here under cloud of matter light,  
some words of weight may pas●  
To make the lewd abhoer fowl liet,  
and see them selves in glass.  
Here is no terms to stoer up vice,  
the writtar meant not so:  
For by the foill that folly ta●ks,  
the wise may blotles go.  
The moer we see the wicked plaegd,  
and painted plain to sight  
The moer we place the paeth of grace,  
and seek to walk upright.  
Finis.   

THE SIEGE OF EDENbrough Castle in the xu year of the reign of our sovereign Lady Queen Elizabeth, at which service Sir William Druery Knight was general, having at that time under him, these Captains and gentlemen following.  

¶ The names of the Captains that had charged.  
Sir Francis russel.  
Captain Read.  
Captain Eryngton, master of the ordinance and provost marshal.  
Captain Pyckman.  
Captain Yaksley.  
Captain Ga●●●ine.  
Captain Wood  
Captain Case.  
Captain S●●●ley.   

¶ The Gentlemen: names.  
Sir George Carry.  
Sir Henry Lee.  
M. Thomas Cecyle.  
M Mighell Cary.  
M. Thomas Sutton.  
M Cotton.  
M K●lway.  
M Dier.  
M. Tylney.  
William Killigrue.   

AS cause fallen out and brought in matters new  
(And bl●ddy minds, set many a broil a broetch)  
So soldiers swarmed, and loud they Trumpet blue  
Wh●se sound did shoe, at hand wars aproetch  
Than marshal men, in coats of Iron and steel  
With great regard, did wait on Cannon wheel  
And in the field, a noble march they maede  
To practise shot and scour the rusty shoulder-blade   

But when the camps, set fo●t on scottish ground  
〈…〉 the power and 〈◊〉 was ver● small●  
〈…〉 themselves, ●t Drum and Trumpet sound  
〈◊〉 push of Pike, to give the proud a fall  
The quarrel good, the force ●●doubleth still  
〈◊〉 ●old attempt, makes way with bo● and bill  
It is not strength, alone that wins the g●ell  
Whe● c●●rage co●s, the●r ●ortune deals her doell   

A wonder great, to see so small a band  
In foreign soil, to seek for any t●me  
I seldom here, such matter t●●n in hand  
That conquest gets, and skapeth free from blame  
Bewaer I say the men whose minds aer good  
And mark the plague, of those which sucketh ●lo●d  
'Gainst thorns they ki●k, that ro●s to wilful spoyll  
There consiens' prick, that give just folk a ●oyll   

O Nero's broed, O bloody butchare viell  
That striketh down the 〈…〉 up  
O wicke● Snacks, O 〈…〉  
That 〈◊〉 brings, 〈…〉  
 
That spoyl●●o 〈…〉 h●rm.  
● people vain that 〈…〉 down  
That stays your ●●act, and still mentayns your crown.   

〈◊〉 dealings rash, and wretched revels ru●d  
〈…〉 did steer from hive the quiet ●●es  
Your gra●es hands, i● guiltless ●lood ●●brued  
Was in ●●tch sort, disdained of all degrees  
That needs must come, some force with main and might  
To take up wrongs, and set your staet aright  
The cut throet knief, in sheath could seldom rest  
Such mischief lorkt, and lodged in lawless breast   

You neither spared, the highest head nor fo●t  
The chiefest branch, 
Two Regent's slain by sedulous parson's ea● this broyll began.  nor yet the meanest ●pray  
But in your rage, to rive up all by roet  
At fullest prime, you sought the reddiest way  
But he that holds, in hand the horsis rain  
When steed bolts out, cawls bayard back a gain  
And so god sent, amid your reckless raeg  
A quensching coel, your fury to a swaeg   

Of zeal and love, to knit your hearts in peace  
And stop the stream, that o'er the banks did run  
A noble queen, whose lief our lord increase  
A s●klar was, ●ar greater grief begun  
But stordi minds, sto●d stiffly in there case  
Till feeble force, gave roering cannon place  
Than fast in sort, they clapped them selves with speed  
And made defence, to save the present need.   

A castle strong, that never noen assailed  
A strength that stowed, on mownt and mighti rock  
A peerless plot, that all ways hath prevailed  
And able was, to suffer any shock  
The enemy choes, and sure the seat was Such  
That might harm all, and few or none cold touch  
And thought to be, the only sort of farm  
Most meet and fit, to bear a maiden's naem   

Yea sundry kings, with sleight did seek her spoyll  
And threatened often, to throw her in the dust  
But none could boest, he gave this maid a foyll  
With labour lost, she sarud their greedy lust  
And still she stowed, like sun among the stars  
(Like pucelle puer, a per●l in peace and wars)  
Which would not sure, be bought for gold nor good  
Nor yet well wone, without great loss of blood▪   

This lofty seat, and lantern of that land  
Like Loed star stood, and locked o'er every street  
●hea●in there was, a stout sufficient band  
That furnished wear, with courage wit and spirit  
And wanted naught, that sarud for their defence  
Or could in fien, repulse their enemies thence  
Well stoerd with shot, yea sure both good and great  
That might far of, ●t will the country beaten.   

The Castle ●●eed, so strongly, no●t it well  
There was no way, but one taprotche the same  
And that sel● thing, was s●●r a s●cond h●ll  
For smothering smoke for shot and fier●●lame  
It showered the streets, and bet the 〈…〉  
And kept in awe, catch 〈…〉 the town  
〈◊〉 man nor child, could ●oer in open sight  
But they wear sure, upon some shot to light.   

●ith th●ndr●ng n●●es▪ was shot of roering 〈◊〉  
〈◊〉 throw the thick●●● she thompt or●thawrt the 〈◊〉  
And 〈…〉 sh●●ld of act in or 〈◊〉  
〈◊〉 thought an ar●, had cut down little sprays  
The Bullets still came whizzing by their cheeks  
That prowld about, and sudden danger seeks  
Here groene done, and there another lies  
That went to far, or where blind bullet flies   

The lively flock, that dare do much in deed  
Do catch a clap, ear cause requires the same  
So some perhaps, for want of taking heed  
Did feel the lash, as fly that fauls in quaem  
But when of force, they must the battery plant  
The Soldier shoes, he doth no courage want  
Some beaten the lowps, some ply the walls with shot  
And some spy out, where vantage may be got.   

For saefties saek, of such as lay a broed  
A trench was made, to hold the emnye short  
With powder still, there peecis fast they loed  
To scour the place, where soldiers did resort  
Now might you see, the heads fly up in air  
Now clean defaest, the goodly buildings fair,  
Now stoens fall down, and fill the empty dikes  
And lusty lads, advance the armed Picks.   

Now cannons roerd, and bullets bownst lyk bawls  
Now throw the throng, the tronks of wieldlier ●lue  
Now tottering tow●●s, ●yept down with rotten wavils  
Now some pakt hens, that never said a due  
Now men wear known, and corraeg played his part  
Now cowards quaekt, and corst all soldyars aert  
Now catch device, of death was daily sought  
And noble ●aem, and lief was dearly bought   

Here must you noet, how they with in that hold  
In warlyk sort, a counter battery made  
And on there brau●, began to be so bold  
They thought to learn, our men a fy●nner traed  
(In using shot, and planting cannons there)  
So hoeping thus, to put our ●amp in fear  
They plied a pace, there practies every way  
With iron b●wls, to make the soldyars' play.   

And gra●ing oens, upon a piece we had  
They drove a way some gonnars from there place  
A● vow there of, the enemies wart so glad  
They s●●●ll, s●oed against us face to face  

Note.  What rule is this, qd then or general straight  
Where aer th●●s lads, that slynks a way by sleight  
He scarce deramus, to wear a soldiers coat  
That hath in deed, his duty thus forgoet   

But lo the bro●t, of mischief was so great,  
A few or none, god wots did that they ought  
He se●●g that, stepped in a mid the heat  
And in his hand, a smoking lyntstock brought  
And so gave fire▪ to ●hee how coraeg must  
His credit save, when he is put in trust  
A part well played, a passing point of skill  
That tries great mind, and blaesseth much good will   

The go●●ars than shot of a ringing peall  
Of ●●●ous great, and did such cunning shoe  
〈◊〉 man, might see what l●ue and zeal  
And 〈…〉, they had to country shoe  
For in small time, so near there mark they weent  
That straight as lain, in cannon mouth they sent  
A shot of owrs, that ●all twelve intches bears  
Which all to toer▪ there piece about there ears.   

That cut the comes, of many a bragging kock  
That broek the gawll, or gawld the horse to soer  
That was the key, or knak that piekt the lock  
That made some mues, that tryumpht much before  
Yea that was hit, that marred there market quit  
And daunted had, there hearts in great despite  
For after this, they 'gan to step a back  
And saw at hand, came on there ruin and wrack   

A little harm, doth breed a great mistrust  
A simple storm, makes some on seas full sick  
A feeble poef, of wound doth rays up dust  
A little salve, full sure can towtch the quick  
A small attempt, makes mighty matters shaek  
A silly spark, a soddain fire doth make  
An easi proef, brings hard mishaps to pass  
As this declaers, where all theas myscheeves was   

The happy shot, that braek their piece in twain  
Discorraegd clean, the boldness of our foes  
When battles join, in field and open plain  
Full soen is seen, where that the con●quest goes  
For unto such, that sure and stoutly stand  
Good fortuen comes, in torning of a hand  
Yea when man's force, doth faint and feeble wax  
Down weapons go, and straight they torn there backs.   

And set the world, agoing oens a due  
It is much like, a stream that hath no stay  
To late comes wit, to give them courage nue  
That fear before, hath taught to run away  
What would you more, the Skots did hast them then●  
Where first they stood, and sought to make defence  
And cloesly kept, the Castle as they might  
Not willing o●t, to come in open sight   

Yet ●ar these things, could well be brought to pass  
With baskets big, and things to serve the turn  
A cross the street, a travers made there was  
Whiels for a sh●ft, wet straw and hay did born  
And for to plant, some playing pieces there  
A Mount was raised, which kept the foe in fear  
The Gunners sure, there duty thoroughly did  
And at that tied was no man's service hide   

The enemies lo●kt, for sucker out of france  
Or help at hoem, if matter so fallen out  
For divers things, might drop to them by chance  
That reason thought, wear hard to bring a bout  
For hope denies, that hap or hazard brings  
Good ●uck is swift, as swallow under wings  
And though at first, hit comes not that we crave  
At last some help, by fort●en men may have.   

There friends far of, and props at hoem lykwies  
With great afair●s, soer gr●ued wear the whiell  
And ●●ance you know (where blood for vengeance cries)  
Had much a do, for wicked murders vyell  
A matter strange, that now I must skip o'er  
To write at full, of things I spaek before  
Thus in exstrems, the Skots did stand with in  
Moer like to lose, than yet to save or win   

For every day, our men did creep so near  
And b●t the wawlls so ●lat unto the ground  
Th●t in short time, there dared not one apeer  
To ma●k defence, or at the breach be found  
Yet stoutly long, and with much manhoed both  
And 〈◊〉 great, they stowed I tell you troeth  
〈◊〉 kept there strength, as sa●ly as they might  
Though all in vain, they toiled day and night   

In every part, they wear so thoroughly plied  
With soldiers sleights, with shot and sharp asawt,  
That in the end, they wear full feign to hied  
There heads from bobs, in hollow caves and vault  
First did they lose, 
The Sporre was a ●rong piece of stony work.  the Sporre a place full strong  
Which soer avoid, the town and soldiers long  
And driven thence, they wear in fine right glad  
To keep such skowp, as easily might be had.   

A kind of shot, that we great bombards call  
〈◊〉 there wits, and brought much fear in deed  
And where that hueg, and mighty stoens did ●all  
In weaklings brains, it did great wonders breed  
A Prince's power, doth many a practies' shoe  
Beyond the reach, of common people's boe:  
And when their hearts, aer daunted with device  
Their courage ●hoe, is held of little price.   

And sundry drifts, with out aer put in eur  
When the● with in, do devil on dreadful doubts  
Who is betrapped, in penfold cloes is sure  
At need to want, a broed both aid and skowts  
And subject still, to mutins and revolt  
And wilful lads, and youth as wield as colt  
In whom when toys and sudden mischief fawls  
They threat to fling, there captains o'er the wawls   

though wies and waer, the chief and leadars be  
Yet ●ued and raesh, the roeflinge roistarrs aer  
Andrea when in fort, the bands can not agree  
The soldiers ware, as mad as is march haer  
Now do they jar, than murmur mues and skowll  
And fall from words, to brawls and quarrels fowl  
And shunning death, do seek there lives to save  
By any means, and way that they may have   

When such uproerrs, is raiesd and set a gog  
There follows straight, a storm and flaw of wound  
Than some perforce, must learn to leap the frog  
And light full lo, for all there lofty mind  
The danger drius, such diulyshe na●els in head  
That throw despair, man's hope is streken dead  
There might by chance, for any thing I kn●w  
Such byells borst out, among the skotish crew   

Our mownts wear made, so much to our a vale  
Our Gonnarrs' cold, dismownt what piece they would  
Not marvel though, there hearts with in did quail  
Who did at hand, there own decay behold  
There powder failed, there water warred scant  
There hope is small, that doth munishon want  
When with warm bloed, the waeter cold is bought  
Death makes dispatch, and sells the lief for nought,   

In some great need, the castle stowed that time  
When on the breach, our shot and cannons played  
And for th'assault, we had no● far to clinic  
Nor much to do, when things wear wieuly weighed  
Save that ●atch wight, that led his fellows on  
●o●kt all for faem, when breath and lief was gone  
And frankly swoer, to die or win the seat  
Or pass the pieks, by sword and dangers great   

A free consent, of faithful soldiers than  
A 'mong the chief, was found by view of face  
Assault asawlt, cried every forward man  
The day is owers, we will possess the place  
Or leave our boens, and bowels in the breach  
'tis time qd they, to charge and not to preach  
Dispuet no moer, the greatest doubt is past  
Let's win or lose, since now the dice aer cast   

With that came in, the general full of joy  
And thanked them all, that to the asawt would go  
As you this day, qd he your lives employ  
In sarues of, our noble queen you know  
So if I live, my poor, my power and all  
To save your torns shall ready be at call  
Thries happy is, that captain sure in deed  
That hath in camp, such soldiers at his need   

A shout full shrill, as loud as Alarm bell,  
In Tren●ch, in Tent, and Town throw out a roes,  
The Skots encloesd, that sat like snail in shell,  
By bruit of this, their fatal deastny knows,  
And finding void, their hope and cunning clean  
They thought it best, for lief to maek some mean  
And rather yield, (ear sword, the matter tried)  
And suffer shaem, than so assault to bide.   

Yet divers proves, wear made the breach to view,  
And some wear slain, that did assail the same  
And when our men, thereof the secrets known  
And found the way, to put each thing in fraem  
A band or two, with some of right good race  
(When Drum did sound, did forward march apace  
And fully bend, resolved less and moer  
To win the Fort, or lose their lives thearfoer.   

Now noble minds, stepped out in foremost rank  
And scorned to be, the last should give a charge  
His hap was best, that could deserve most thank,  
And might by death, his countries faem enlarge  
But he moest viell, that could no valuer shoe  
And he embraced, that to the breach would go  
A time was come, to try who triumphed moest  
Who toek moest pains, and who did brag and boest.   

And in effect, the soldiers all wear glad,  
To make short work, and see what hap would do  
But as I said, when that our enemies had  
Well weighed theas things, and pawsd upon hit toe  
They wear content, in plain and simple sort  
Unto our queen, to yield and give the fort  
Lo here how soon, the strong becomes full weak  
And out of shraep, fly cocks and so cry creak   

THE PRAYS of our Soldiers.  

WOuld god my pen, might be your tromp of faem  
To sound the prays, that you deserved there  
O marshal men, that seeks but noble naem  
●e ought of right, be honoured every where  
To you I speak, on whom the burden lies  
Of wars and doth, by sword and service rise  
Who spaers no charge, nor pain in princes right  
When staet must stand, by stout and manly fight   

Your hearts aer such, you haet at hoem to bide  
When any bruit, or voice of wars is hard  
A shaemd in street, on foet cloeth here to tied  
When forward minds, in feel should be preferred  
And scorning pomp, and p●●she pleasures vain  
For true renown, you troedg and toyill a main  
Where danger dwells and heapps of hazards aer  
And hardness great, you found with hungry fair   

You ward the day, and watch the winter's night  
In frost, in cold, in son and heat also  
〈◊〉 aer so bend, that labour seems light  
〈…〉 the steed, of joy, you welcome woe  
For wealth you taek, such Want as doth be fall  
No● shunning gear of, but tasting sorrows all  
Moer glad ●odie, tha● live with blaem or blot  
Moest ready still, where least is to be got   

And least exsteemed of all the men that lives,  
(Like hackney horse, cast of when torn is sarud)  
Yet aer you those, that greatest honour gives  
(If world may judge, what soldiers have dezarud)  
Unto your prince, for you aer paell and park  
To keep the deer, and lanterns in the dark  
To show them light, that else at plain noon day  
Might stumble down, or sleely shrink a way   

Who b●eds the bront, or who bears of the blows  
But you a loen, yea who doth sho his face  
In time of need, a 'mong our foreign foes  
Or boldly says, let me suplye your place  
Toeshe that's a taell, was never hard nor seen  
That any one, to serve a king or queen  
Did strive with you, or ofred half so much  
For faem as they, who now theas versys touch   

Whearfore step out, and bear a brantch of bays  
In sien of world, the victor's sure you aer  
For this I know, in right respect of praise  
And worthy lawd, may none with you compaer  
You may be cal●e, the awful marshal band  
The jewels ●●ye, and garlands of the land  
The buds of faem, and blossoms of renown  
The countries hope, and beauty of the crown   

Now must you mark, I mean not hierlings here  
Nor summer birds, 
Not●.  and swallows for the time  
That wagis taeks, and sarus but oens a year  
And sprowts a whiell, as flowers do in the prime  
But those whose minds, and noble manners shoes  
In peace and war, lo there a soldier goes  
Of lief moest clear, of deed and word full Just  
In trial still, a man of speshall trust    
Finis.   

THE WHOLE ORder how our Sovereign Lady Queen Elizabeth, was received into the City of Bristol, and the speeches spoken before her presens, at her entry, with the residue of versis and matter that might not be spoken (for distance of the place) but sent in a boek over the Waetter.  

At the high Cross in a disgised manner stowed Yaem, very orderly set forth, and spoken as followeth, by an excellent boy.  
NO fleet of foet, nor swift of wing,  
nor scarce the thought in breast:  
Nor yet the Arrow out of Bee,  
nor Wind that s●ld doth rest.  
Compaers with me quick world's report,  
that some calls Flying Faem:  
A bruit of prays, a blast of pomp,  
a blazer of good naem.  
The only lawd that kings do seek,  
a joy to ●atch estaet:  
A welcome friend that all men loves,  
and none a live doth haet.  
Saluets the Queen of raer renown,  
whose goodly gifts devien:  
Throw Earth and Air with glory great,  
shall pass this tromp of mien.  
And knowing of thy coming here,  
my duetty had me go:  
Before unto this present place,  
the news thereof to shoe.  
No soenner was pronownst the name,  
but Baebs in street 'gan leap:  
The youth, the age, the rich, the poer,  
came running all on heap.  
And clapping hands, cried mainly out,  
O blessed be the hour:  
Our queen is coming to the town,  
with princely train and power.  
Than colours cast they o'er the wawls,  
and decked old howsis gay:  
Out slew the bags a bout afayrs  
that long a hording lay.  
A side they set there townish trash,  
and works of greedy gayen:  
And turned there toils to sports and mirth,  
and warlike pastimes plain.  
As shallbe seen to morn in field,  
if that your highness pleas:  
Where duly hath deviesd by art,  
a shoe on land and seas  
To utter matter yet unknown,  
that shall explayned be:  
By such dom sights and shoes of war,  
as there your grace shall se.  
Thus subjects means to honour prince,  
whose sight they have enjoyed  
Moest glad hit is there hap to have,  
there service so employed.   
¶ Than FAEM flung up a great Garland, to the rejoicing of the beholders.  
At the next Gaet, and near her highness lodging stowed three other boys, called Salutation, Gratulation, and Obedient goodwill, and two of these boys spoke as follows, and all they three drew their swords when it was named, the hoel staet is ready to defend (against all dissensions) a peaceable Prince.  

Salutation the first boy.  
ALl hail, O plant of grace,  
and speshall sprout of faem:  
Most welcome to this Western coest,  
O Perll and princely daem.  
As lo, a custom is,  
where humble subjects dwells:  
When Prince aprocheth near their view,  
for joy to ring their bells.  
So all that beareth lief,  
in Bristol now this day:  
Salutes the Queen from depth of breast,  
with welcome every way.  
And we poer silly boys,  
that came from skoell of laet:  
Rejoice and clap our hands withal,  
as members of thy staet.  
Our duties here to shoe,  
and further moer in deed:  
There is a cause wh●arfore we say,  
thy helping hand we need,  
〈◊〉 is O mighty Queen,  
in wa● of mirth and sport:  
A master moved ●ween Peace and war,  
and therefore built a Fort.  
Dissenshon breeds the brawll,  
and that is Pomp, and Pried:  
The Fort on law and order stands,  
and still in peace would bide.  
The Wars is wicked world,  
as by his fruit is seen:  
The fortress representith peace,  
and takes thy part O Queen.  
It seems the Gods have sent,  
in this great quarrel now:  
A noble judge that shall with speed,  
decied the matter throw.   

Gratulation the second boy.  
YEa sure this is a fien,  
that all the gods above:  
Takes part with us and freely here,  
doth men and children love,  
In such a sharp conflyet,  
to sand to sure a stay:  
That shall surseace Bellona's brags,  
and end our fearful fray.  
A sottell Snack of laet,  
with sopple sugared words  
Haeth sleely crept in breasts of men,  
and drawn out naked swords  
And with his wrangling taells,  
hath stored up strife enough:  
And drawn the merchant from his traed,  
and ploughman from the plough  
Disenshon is his naem,  
that all this mischief breeds  
Who still with dross and roemish dregs,  
blind people's humour feeds:  
And makes them mortal sick,  
and sway somtims aside:  
With wicked wars, and wilful brawls,  
that should with peace abide.  
But yet O pee●les Prince,  
a true and loyal flock:  
Against the proud presomtuous minds,  
are b●nt to stand the shock.  
And swears by sacred Gods,  
not o●n within this soil:  
But ready a●r with l●sse of lief,  
to give thy foes a foyll.  
For pr●●f the feeble youth,  
and babbs of tender aeg:  
Daer draw their swords, in this attempt,  
to corb disorders raeg.  
Sens England's hope is come,  
to poise these things in breast:  
We daer not stay her longer here,  
whose travel craveth rest.   

¶ Obedient good will, the third boy, who could not speak time was so far spent.  
YEt if the Prince would stay, or if men might make choice  
Of one no bigger than myself, to speak in cities voice  
I would declaer in deed, what deep desire they have,  
To spend their goods, their lands? lives, her staet in peace to s●●e  
But since the time is sh●r●, & Prince to lodging goes  
I say god bless our Qu●en that gius, the whit ● fair ●ed ●o●s.   
¶ After these speeches wear ended three hundreth Soldiers well appointed, waited on her highness to her lodging, and there she being settled, they shot of there pieces in passing good order, at which warning the great Artillery went of, a hundred and xxx cast peecis, and so the watch charged, and a hundredth shot appointed for her Guard, her highness rested that night, where she lay all the season in sir john Young's house.  
¶ A Fort was made beyond the water in a ground fit for that purpose, and to the same as a friend (called Feeble Policy) joined a little x, builded on a hill, which was not strong by reason of the weak maintenance belonging there unto, to the which piel the Soldiers of the main fort did repair, now must be understood that dissension passing between wars and peace (wars being placed in sight) had certain speeches as follows, which speeches could not be said in the hearing of the prince, wherefore they wear put into a boek, and presented as here after you shall know.  
Dissension to the City to move them to arms, hath his speeches as these things wear done in action.  
¶ The Sunday next the Queen went to the College, to here a Sarmond, where there was a speetch to be said and an Imme to be song, the speech was left out by an occasion unlooked for, but the Imme was song by a very fien boy.  

¶ The Speech at the College.  
YOu subjects that desired to see,  
this gladsome preshos jeam:  
Behold lo here the only joy,  
and iuwell of the Ream.  
A Prince in deed of princely mind,  
that Princis loves and fears:  
Whose passing head, yea all the staets,  
of christian princes bears.  
And thoroughly seas and lo●ks into,  
as though a man might say:  
Here ●s the toutchstoen for the Gold,  
the Pillar, Prop, and stay.  
Of every region far or near,  
that to us neighbours aer:  
How much is this poor College bond,  
in naked buildings baer.  
For to receive so bright a Star,  
as clouds can scarce contain:  
Who for to see so small a Cell,  
hath taken so great pain.  
The P●●ps and Organs of our hearts,  
shall yield thee thank therefore:  
By sound of Psalm, and sollemp Immes,  
yea could poer Priests do moer.  
The Music that thy Chapel makes,  
should be so sweet and shrill.  
Might ●ull a sleep the Musis all,  
and sha●k Pernas●es hill.   

The Song.  
O Happy ower o● bliss,  
O College thou dost see:  
Th●ll●do ●on, the substance come,  
〈…〉 doth sh●en on thee.  
Away you bosum S●a●ks,  
that sows dissenshon here:  
Go make your nests, where Serpents breed,  
this soil and coest is clear.  
Enchant no man with charms,  
you shall receive check maet:  
If that you play with paltering pawns,  
before so great a staet.  
She hateth H●dras heads,  
and lous the harmless mind  
A foe to vice, a friend to grace,  
and bend thereto by kind  
Which grace and grashos god,  
now gied her where she goes:  
With triple grace throw troublous time,  
to tread on all her foes.   
¶ A skafold the next day was set up full over against the Fort, and the Prince being placed, the speeches should have been spoken for the better understanding of the devised triumph, so you must here the speeches or else shall you be ingnorant of the hoel matter.  

Dissension to peace (which was the main Fort) speaketh in a fury these words that follow.  

O People vain, that spends in peace your days  
To prowl about, for pens and pivish pealf  
And makes no count, of Faem and poblik prays  
So each man lives, like Prince within himself.  
And so possess, the pleasuers on this mould,  
The juwels brave, the gay and glittering gold,  
You cae● not what, great glory elders wone  
Nor who at first, the worthy wars begun.   

You sleep and snort, in sweet perfumed sheets,  
And hug your heads, in harb●r warm and gay,  
whereby in deed, you have such heavy sprites,  
You can not see, the goodly sunny day,  
〈◊〉 though the clouds, the Son, the Moen and all  
Wear ready now, upon your heads to fall,  
You would not, move, nor seek your selves to save  
On dross and dung, such deep desires you have.   

You hear not how, the enemies at your no's,  
Aer up in aerms, and ●awls your cowards still  
You caer not much, abroed how matters goes  
When that at hoem, you want no wealth nor will  
Clap courage on, and cast long gowns asied  
pluck up your hearts, and fling down pomp and pried  
Make Idle hands, and heads in heels that lurk  
For worthy lawd, come forth and learn to work.   

A corselet fien, is worth ten scarlet goowns  
A blast of faem, sormounts all things you wear  
Call lusty lads, to spend your spared crowns  
The wars aproetch, 'tis time the bo●es wear there  
If you a bide▪ at hoem till Cannon's roer  
The plaester comes, to laet to salve the sore  
Break down the banks, that hol●s the water in  
First ●●rik thy foe, and so the brawll begin   

Put fire to straw, and make the fornayes hot:  
And bid them cry, that borns there fingers first  
Yea cast on wood, to boyll the brows pot  
And let them starve, that wants to coell there thirst:  
When world is wield, and all is set a gog  
A man's a man, and than a dogs a dog:  
Advise you now, my dwelling is not here  
I must pack hens, ●nother stern to steer.    

¶ Now dissension went to the wars which was set out in open view (with all orders of marshal manner) and spoke as follows.  
Give ear good maets, and mark full well,  
the tidings that I bring:  
For I willbe a alarm bell,  
that in your earres shall ring.  
A pestlens peall of rumour slrang,  
that flies throw many a land:  
The plain report whereof remains  
in me dissenshons hand  
If I keep cloes that I do know,  
and stoer no clapper now  
The hargaboz, the bill and boe,  
will seartch your corraeg throw  
Trust this for troeth that peace is bend,  
to trus up soldiers all:  
Wealth will no wars, peace is so proud,  
the people fears no fall.  
They brag and boest there treasuer can,  
to●n each thing how they list:  
For every staet is won with wealth,  
as hawk stowps done to fi●t.  
A mass of gold will porchace peace,  
and make w●eld wantoness taem:  
If wars wear would and waxed mad,  
and hot as fiery flaem:  
P●ace ruells the earth, and wrings there thombs  
th●● raging revel makes:  
Yea play what gaem you list they say,  
that peace doth swep the staeks:  
P●ace is the prince that governs all,  
and says a fig for war:  
Yea peace will put you all in pound,  
and make you stand at bar.  
Peace calls you rogues, and swashing dicks,  
that stand upon your braves:  
A swarm of wasps, a flock of wolus,  
a nest of thiefs and knaves  
That lives by spoyll and morthers' viell,  
and triumphs still in bloed.  
And have such hot and greedy minds,  
you thirst for neibors goed.  
The trumpets loud that slaughter 'sounds,  
and drums with rambling 'noys:  
Was never made for men of peace,  
but rather fit for boys.  
They say whose childhoed licks fond bruets,  
and lous such trifling toys:  
Will you that kingdoms conquered have,  
be now subdued by peace  
Shall seville swams to loethsom gaiell,  
lead men like dogs in leace.  
Shall perish peace and people weak,  
o'er come the soldier stout:  
Shall ●ortrarrs lewd like rebels rail,  
and manhoed wax a lout  
Ah fie for shame set hand onsword,  
in your behalf I bloeshe.  
Bid trumpet sound advance the piek,  
and give proud peace a poesh.   
¶ On those words was wars in such a stoer that you might see the field all over spread with soldiers, and so they marched down a hill and made a goodly shoe full against the little fort (called Feeble policy) and repolsing in all the soldiers of the same▪ won it with great fury, and so razed it and overthrew hit down to the earth.  
¶ The main Fort in the meean whiel did sand such suck or as they might, but prevailing not, they wear in like sort driven back, and their Fort besieged, and much ado about the same, which drove out that day, and than by Tortchlight the Prince from her Scaffold, went to her lodging, and in the mean season some fire works wear seen, and so the watch was charged.  
¶ The second day was there made a nue aproetch to the main Fort, for a better order of war & to the aid of the Fort, came divers gentlemen of good calling from the Court, which made the shoe very gallant, and set out the matter much.  
¶ Now served the tied and up the water from Kyngroed came three brave Galleys, chase a Ship that came with Vittayls to the Fort, the Fort seeing that their exstremitie within was great, sent a Gentleman to the Prince for aid, who brought her a boek covered with green Velvet, which uttered the hoel substance of this device, the gentleman had a speech of his own making, as follows, after he had swum over the water in some danger Cloes and all, he spaek his part to the Prince.  

M. john Robarts of the Temple.  
ESkaept from waltering waves,  
from sword and fire, and enemies sleight:  
From storms and sturdy flaws,  
from roering shot and fearful fight.  
I come to quiet land,  
where noble Prince doth pastims view:  
And bring a boek in hand,  
of all the shoes, and matter true.  
That must by practies pass,  
before your highness as it fauls:  
And surely sent I was,  
by those that keeps your warlike wauls.  
To crave your curteys' aid,  
in their defence that peace desires:  
whose staet is made afraid,  
by false dissenshons kindled fires.  
As your poer people have,  
throw peace possessed great gain and good:  
So still such peace they crave,  
as may avoid the loss of blood.  
As here I came a main,  
so have I promesd if I may:  
For to return again,  
throw salt sea foem the same self way.   
¶ So he departed, and all this while the business was great about the fort, (which hazarded the gentilmans lief) and in a wonders bravery the croyll continued, with a shoe of fight on Land and Sea, till the very night approtched, at which time the Prince partted and stowed marvelously well contented with that she had seen.  
¶ Now must you conceive that Wars (with blodsheds, mizeries, and other horly borlees) waxed a weighed & that neither the Fort, nor the wickedness of the world (which Wars represented) was desirous of further trobuls, but rather glad to have the matter taken up in any reasonable conditions, for the which purpose was devised that Persuasion should go and tell his taell, and unfold what follies and conflicts rises on Civil broils, and what quietness comes by a mutual love and agreement. This persuasion had a speech, as hereafter follows.  

Persuasion to the City, called the Mainfort.  
NO grief so great, nor sore so much,  
but finds at length some rest:  
As Wars gins by wrath of God,  
so Peace is counted blest.  
Yet Wars is sure, a needful thing,  
for man's offence, A scourge:  
A Salve to heal the sinful soul,  
and for the staet A porge.  
That skowrs the body of the Realm,  
and kingdoms all throw out:  
And leaves unseartcht no member sure,  
that walks this world about.  
Wear not the woe that wars doth bring,  
sweet peace should seem full sour  
The net●ls sharp and wicked weeds,  
sets forth a pleasant flower.  
By sinnes' pangs we judge what health,  
and quiet rest is worth  
And out of pain is pleasuer found,  
as Gold from dros comes forth.  
The harms, the haps, and cruel claps,  
that wars and Cannon brings:  
Makes Princis seek the fear of god,  
and subjects know there kings  
Though peace in deed despiseth wars,  
as plainness falsehood haets:  
Yet warlike people aer enbraest,  
and liekt of all estaets.  
The knief that cuts the finger soer,  
in sheath about is born:  
The sword that takes away the life,  
makes peace where it is worn▪  
The are that heaweth down the tree,  
is needful for man's lief:  
Thus prove I as man's help or harms,  
remains in sword and knife?  
So wars where they aer used well,  
keeps world in fear and awe:  
And shoes moer terror by his raeg,  
than all your ruells of law.  
Sens cain slew Abel wars hath been,  

Note.  twen brethren as we read  
And soldiers hath been wagid well,  
as world of wars sto●d need:  
Than sna●r not for the faem they snatch,  
nor b●●ll to her there bru●t.  
When broils have sown ill seeds of caer,  
peace reaps from wars good fruit.  
And learns a lesson worthy gold,  
which Peace holds dear of price:  
And makes thereof a mirror bright,  
to view and sift out vice.  
The battle ends where conquest comes,  
and when great charge is spent:  
For peace the post with Pakket goes,  
Embastars else aer scent?  
To knit the knot and make a Leag,  
thus all the brawls that be:  
Do bend to peace, and Wisdoms boe,  
how ear foels bolts do flee.  
Whearfore agreed with Wars in haste,  
you see what quarrels aer:  
And how that Wars brings woe and waest,  
and leaves a kingdom baer.  
The people spoiled, the howsis bornt,  
the friends and neighbour slain:  
The guiltless plaegd and each man wronged,  
where rage and war doth rain.   

The City's answer to Persuasion.  
Dissension first that called to mind,  
our old foerfathers faem:  
(And ripped out seams of patched prays,  
scarce worth the noet or naem.)  
Brought Peace and War in this uproer,  
our rules such brawl denies:  
Our traed doth stand on Seville lief,  
and there our glory lies.  
And not on strife the ruin of staets,  
a storm that all destroys  
A heavy bondage to each heart,  
that fredoms fruit enjoys.  
Our orders makes the roister meek,  
and plucks the proud on knees  
The l●f and stubborn know the yoek,  
and roets up rotten trees.  
That may ●iect a fruitful field,  
what can be sweet or sound:  
But in that soil where for offence,  
is due correction found.  
We make the squill laws to shien,  
and by example mield.  
Reform the rued, rebuek the bold,  
and tame the country wield  
We venture goods and lives you know,  
and travill seas and land.  
To bring by traffic heaps of wealth,  
and treasuer to your hand  
We aer astay and stoer house both,  
to kingdoms far and near.  
A cause of plenty throw foersyght,  
when things war scarce and dear:  
And though our joy, be moest in peace,  
and peace we do maintain.  
Where on to prince and realm throw out,  
doth rise great wealth and gain:  
Yet have we soldyars as you see,  
that stoers but when we pleas  
And sarus our torns in household things,  
and sits in shop at eas.  
And yet dare blaed hit with the best,  
when cause of country comes  
And calls out courage to the fight,  
by sound of warlike Drums.  
We Merchants keep a mean unmixed,  
with any tarring part●:  
And bring both Triple and the Baess,  
in order still by art.  
A Soldier shallbe liked well,  
if his deserts be such:  
A noble mind for noble acts,  
shall sure be honoured much.  
But if men glory all in wars,  
and peace disdayns in deed:  
We scorn with any Siroep sweet,  
their humour sour to feed:  
And blest be God we have a Prince,  
by whom our peace is kept:  
And under whom this City long,  
and land hath safely slept.  
From whom liekwyes a thousand gifts,  
of grace enjoy we do:  
And feel from God in this her reign,  
ten thousand blessyngs to.  
Behold but how all secrets f●en,  
of falsehood comes to light:  
In these her days, and God takes part,  
with her in troeth and right.  
And mark how mad Dissenshon thrives,  
that would set wars abroetch:  
Who sets to saell poer people's lives,  
and gets but viell reproetch.  
And endless shaem for all their sleights:  
O England joy with us:  
And kiss the steps where she doth tread,  
that keeps her country thus.  
In peace and rest, and perfait stay,  
whearfore the god of peace:  
In peace by peace our peace preserve,  
and her long lief increase.   
¶ This was to be done and put in exersies before the Queen came to the knitting up of the matter but persuasion being dismissed, the battery was planted before the FORT, and they within so straightly enclosed, that they must needs abide the mercy of the Sword and Cannon.  
¶ At which instant, in the afternoon that present day the Prince was in her Scaffold to behold the sucksesse of these offers of war, and so went the Battery of and the assault was given in as much order as might be, the enemy was three times repolsed, and beholding nue suckors coming from the Court to the Forts great comfort, the enemy agreed on a parley wherein was rehearsed that the cortain was beaten down, and the fort made sawtable, and yet the enemy to save the lives of good Citizens and Soldiers thereof, would give them leave to departed with bag and bagaeg, as order of wars required. To the which the Fort made answer, that the Corttayns nor Bulwarks was not their defence, but the courage of good people, & the force of a mighty prince (who saet and beheld all these doings) was the thing they trusted to, on which answer the enemy retired, and so conditions of peace wear drawn and agreed of, at which peace both the sides shot of their Arttillery, i● sien of a triumph, and so ●●yinge God save the Queen, these triumphs and warlike pastimes finished, the Prince liking the handling of these causes very well, sent i● hundredth crowns to make the Soldiers a banquet. Now here is to be considered that the Prince went into the Gallees and so down to Kyngroed, aer these things wear brought to an end.  
¶ At her highness departuer a gentleman in the confiens of the Towns liberties spaek this speech that follows.  

The doleful a Due.  
OUr joy is joined with grievous groens,  
Our triumph turned to tears:  
The brantch whose blossoms gladness brought,  
a bitter berry bears.  
In house and street where mirth was hard,  
is moens and morning noys:  
The summer day is dimmed with clouds,  
eclipsed aer our joys.  
The loedstar leaus our wished cowrs,  
and clims the heavens high:  
Our sofrant will no longer lord,  
in walls of Brislow lie.  
Not marvel sins our barren soil,  
and ground of grows device:  
Haeth yielded no thing that might pleas,  
a prince of so great price.  
Our duties aer not half discharged,  
no though we kissed the ground:  
And prostraet fall full flat on face,  
where her foet steps aer found.  
The Persians' daer not cast up eyes,  
nor loek upon there king  
Shall Christians then presuem to press,  
on such a Sacred thing.  
And though no part of duties bownds  
● nod forbidden I say:  
But that the lords anointed should,  
be honoured every way.  
Long lo●kt this C●●te for a prince,  
lo●g ●e●s and many a year:  
A ●ing or Que●n beheld this town,  
short time she tarries here.  
Good fortuen follow thee O Queen,  
god gieb thy doings all:  
A world of threefold blessed hap,  
upon thy kingdom fall.  
As loeth to taek our heavy leave,  
as leave our lives in deed:  
A due dee● lady of this land,  
the living Lord thee speed.   
¶ Some of these Speeches could not be spoken by means of a Schoolmaster, who envied that any stranger should set forth these shoes.  
FINIS.