A greater thanks, for Churchyards welcome home.  

I Bade not Court farewell  
for such hot welcome home,  
But glad to leave the costly Court  
and live like country mome.   

¶ From thence I willing went:  
and thought in very deed,  
To make (ere mischiefs fell on heaps)  
a Virtue of a need.   

¶ But my cheeff friend came there,  
to whom for duties sake  
I road, and did (by destinies lot)  
a further journey make.   

¶ Which friend drew me by love,  
to see the Court again:  
But since my sudden coming there  
doth breed in you disdain:   

I find more fumish flames,  
by this fond frantic smoke:  
And see (perhaps) a further fire,  
than you with craft can cloak.   

¶ But till your fingers burn,  
ye care not what ye do:  
Well, I will help to kindle coals,  
and clap on faggots toe.   

¶ To bring your hands in heat,  
because the air is cold:  
Ka. me: Knave thee: I say no more,  
the proverb is full old.   

¶ If Crows of Cheap cry Ka,  
the bawl doth back rebound:  
For sure I own not all their town,  
the half of twenty pound.   

¶ And thyrteene candles great,  
o every pound allow:  
Then call an audite of my debt,  
and cast my charges now.   

¶ Yet know I cut tailed Curs,  
can never byght in frame:  
Till courage claps them on the backs  
and thrusts them on the game.   

¶ Come on you snarring whelps  
I fear your force no whit:  
Though loud ye bark ye dare not bite  
your teeth are tender yet.   

¶ Bait me like Bull at stake,  
I have good flesh and bone:  
To try it out (as hap shall serve)  
with any Dog alone.   

¶ No other answer sure,  
I make: now vb this well:  
But leave the Lob that railed on me,  
the babble and the bell.   

* Writ not to this again,  
in silence shall ye sit:  
As void of answer every way,  
as you are void of wit.   
¶ FINIS.  
(ꝙ) plain Churchyard.   

¶ Imprinted at London in little Britain by Alexander Lacie: for Arthour Pepwel, dwelling in Paul's churchyard, at the sign of the Kings head.