modern bookplate HONI SOIT QUI MAL Y PENSE CAVENDO TUTUS Spencer Compton, VIII Duke of Devonshire, K.G. CHATSWORTH. BOOKCASE SHELF THE FLYTING betwixt MONTGOMERY and POLWART. EDINBURGH, Printed by ANDRO heart. 1621. TO THE READER. NO cankering Envy, Malice, nor Despite, Stirred up these men so eagerly to flight, But generous Emulation; so in Plays Best Actors flyte and rail, and thousand ways Delight the itching Ear; So wanton Curs Waked with the gingling of a Courteours spurs, Bark all the night, and never seek to bite: Such bravery these Versers moved to write. Would all that now do flyte would flyte like Those, And Laws were made that none durst flyte in Prose; How calm were then the World? perhaps this Law Might make some madding Wives to stand in awe, And not in filthy Prose outroar their Men: But read those Roundelays to them till then. Flyting no Reason hath, and at this time Hear it not stands by Reason, but by Rhyme; Anger t'assuage, make Melancholy less, This flyting first was wrote, now tholes the Press. Who will not rest content with this Epistle, Let them sit down and flyte, or stand and whistle. POLWART and MONTGOMERIES flitting. Montgomerie to Polwart. POlwart ye peip like a Mouse amongst thorns, Na cunning ye keip, Polwart ye peip: Ye look like a Sheip, and ye had twa horns, Polwart ye peip like a Mouse amongst thorns. Beware what thou speiks little foul earth Tade, With thy Cannigate breiks, beware what thou speiks, Or there salbe what sheiks, for the last that thou made, Beware what thou speiks, little foul earth Tade. Fowl mismade mytting, borne in the Merse, By word and by wrytting, foul mismade mytting Leave off thy flitting, come kiss my Erse, Fowl mismade mytting, borne in the Merse. And we mell thou shall yell, little cultroun Cuist, Thou salted tell, even thy cell, and we mell thou salted yell, Thy smell was sa fell, and stronger than Muist, And we mell, thou shall yell, little cultroun Cuist. Thou art doeand and dridland like one foul beast, Fykand, and fidland, thou art doeand, and dridland, Strydand, and stridland, like Robin redbreast, Thou art doeand, and dridland, like one foul beast. Polwarts Reply to Montgomerie. Despiteful spider, poor of spreit, Gins with babbling me to blame, Gowke wite me not to gar thee great, Thy trattling, truiker, I shall tame, When thou believes, to win one name, Thou shall be banished of all beild, And sign receive baith skaith and shame, And sa beforced to leave the field. Thy ragged roundels, raveand Royt, Some short, some long, some out of line, With scabrous colours, fulsome floyt, Proceidand from one pint of wine, Quhilk halts for laike of feet like mine, Yet fool thou thought na shame to write them, At men's command that laikes engine, Quhilk doytted Dyvours, gart thee dyte them. But gooked goose, I am right glaide, Thou art begun, in write to flyte, Sen Lowne thy language I have laid, And put thee to thy pen to write: Now dog I shall thou sa despite, With pricking put thee to sick speid, And cause thee (Cur) that warkloome quite, Sign seik one hole to hide thy head. Yel knave acknawledge thy offence, Or I grow crabbed, and sa clair thee, Ask mercy, make obedience, In time for fear leist I forfair thee: Ill spreit I will na langer spair thee, Blaide bleck thee, to bring in a guise, And to drey penance soon prepare thee, Sign pass forth as I shall devise. First fair threed-bair, with fundred feit, Recanting thy unseemly saws, In pilgrimage to Allarit, Sign be content to quite the cause, And in thy teeth bring me the Tawes, With becks my bidding to abide, Whether thou will let belt thy bawes, Or kiss all cloffes that stands beside. And of their twa take thou thy chose, For thy own profit I procure thee, Or with a prick into thy nose, To stand content, I shall conjure thee. But at this time think I forbuir thee, Because I can not treat thee fairer, Sat thou this charge, I will assure thee, The second salbe something sairer. Montgomerie to Polwart. FAlse fecklesse foulmart, lo heir a defiance, Ga' say thy science, do Droigh what thou dow, Trot tike to a Tow, mandragora but myance, We will heir tydance, peiled Polwart of thy pow, Many yield yew hast thou called over a know, Sign hid them in a how, stark thief when thou staw them, Mensweiring thou saw them, and made but a mow, Sign filled in the Row, when the man came that awe them. Thy dittay was death, thou dare not deny it, Thy trumpery was tried, thy falset they found, Burreau the band, Cor mundum thou cried, Condemned to be dried and hung up fra hand: While thou paid a pand, in that stowre thou did stand, With a willie wand thy skin was weill scourged, Sign feinʒedly forged, how thou left the land, Now Sirs I demand, how this Pod can be purged. Yet wanshapen shit, thou shupe sick a sunȝie, As proud as ye prunȝie, your pens shall be plucked, Come kiss where I cuckied, and change me that cunȝie, Your gryses grunȝie is graceless and gowked, Your mouth most be mucked, while ye be instructed, Fowl flirdome, wanfucked, terfell of a Taide, Thy metre mismade, hath lousilie lucked, I grant thou conducted thy terms in a slaide. Little angry Attercop, and old unsell Aipe, Ye grein for to gaipe upon the grey meir, Play with thy Peir, or I'll pull thee like a Paipe, Go ride in a raipe, for this noble new year: I promise thee heir, to thy chafts ill cheir, Except thou go leir, to lick at the louder, With Potingars powder, thyself thou oversmeir The Castle ye weir weill seiled on your shoulder. This twice sealed trumpet, with his trattling he trowes, Making vain vows, to match him with me, With the print of a key, weill brunt on thy brows Now God salbe crows, wherefra come ye For all your bombill, ye're warred a little we: I think for to see you hang by the heilis. For terms that thou steilis of old Poetry, Now wha sold trow thee, that's past baith the seilis. Proud poisonded pykthanke, perverse and perjured, I dow not endure it, to be bitten with a duik, I's fallen thee like a Fluik, flatlings on the flux, Thy scrowes obscure are borrowed frasome buik, Fra Lindsay thou tuik, thou'rt Chaucer's Cuik, Ay lying like a Ruik, give men walled not scar thee: But beast I debar thee, the King's Chimney nuik, Thou flees for a look, but I shall ride nar thee. False strydand stickdirt, I's gar thee stink, How dared thou mint, with thy Master to mell, On sick as thy cell, little prattling pink Can thou not wair ink, thy trattling to tell, Hoy hurson to hell, among the fiends fell, To drink of that well, that poisoned thy pen, Where devils in their den, dois yammer and yell, Heir I thee expel from all Christian men. Polwart to Montgomerie. BLeird babbling bystour, baird obey Learn sky bald knave to knaw thy sell, Vile vagabond, or I invoy, Custroun with cuffs thee to compel: Yet, trattling truiker, truth to tell, Stoop thou not at the second charge, Mischievous mishant, we shall mell With laidly language, loud and large, Where Loon as thou love's thy life, I baith command, and counsel thee, For to eschew this sturtsome strife, And with thy manly Master 'gree, To this effect, I summoned thee By public Proclamation, Gowke to compear upon thy knee, And kiss my foul foundation. But Lord I laugh to see thee bluiter, Gloir in thy ragments, rash to rail. With mighty manked, magled meiter, Tratland, and tumbland, top over tail, As Carlings counts their farts doyled snaill, Thy roustie ratrymes, made but matter. I could weill follow, walled I seaill, Or press to fish within thy water. Only because Owl thou leavest use it, I will write verse of common kind, And Swingeour for thy sake, refuse it, To crab thee bumbler, by thy mind, Pedlar, I pity thee sa pined, To buckell him that bears the bell, jackstro be better, anes ingyned, Or I shall flyte against my cell. But briefly, beast, to answer thee, In sermon short, I am content, And says thy similitudes, unslie, Are nawayes, very pertinent, Thy tired comparisons a sklent, Are monstrous, like the Mule that made them, Thy borrowed barkings violent, Yet were they worse, let men out war them, Also I may be Chaucer's man, And yet thy Master, not the less: But wolf that wastes on Cup and Can, In Gluttony, thy grace I guess; Ga' drunken Dyvour, thee address, And borrow thee, am bassed breiks, To hear me now, thy praise express, Knave give thou can, without what sheiks. First of thy just Genealogy, Tike I shall tell, the truth I trow, Thou was begotten, some says me, Betwixt the Devil and a dun Kow, Ane night when that the fiend was fow, At banquet birland at the beir, Thou sowked sign, one sweit broad sow▪ Among the midding, many a year. On ruites and runches, in the field, With nolt, thou nourished was a year, while that thou past baith poor and peild, Into Argyle, some lair to leir, As the last night, did weill appeir, When thou stood fidgeing at the fire, Fast fykand, with thy Heiland cheir, My flyting forced thee sa to flyre. Into the Land, where thou was borne, I read of naught but it was scant, Of Cattles, Cleithing, and of Corn, Where wealth, and weilfair baith doth want, Now Tade-face, take this for na tant, I hear your housing is right fair, Where howlring howlets, ay doth haunt, With Robin redbreast, but repair. The Lords and Lairds within that Land, I knaw are men of meikill rend, And living as I understand, Quhilk in one Inns, we be content To leive and let their house in Lent: In Lentron month, and the long Summer, Where twelve Knights kitchens hath a vent Quhilk for to furnish dois them cumber. For store of Lambs, and lang-tailed wedders Thou knows where many couples gaes For stealing tied fast in tedders, In felon flocks of anes and twaes, Abroad athort your banks and braes, Ye do abound in Coal and Calke, And thinks like fools to flay all faes, With Targets, tulȝies and tomb talk. Alace poor hood-pikes, hungerbitten Accustomed with scurrility: Rydand like boystures, all beshitten In fields, without fertility: Bare, barren, with sterility, For fault of cattles, corn and gerse, Your banquets of most nobility, Dear of the Dog brawn in the Merse. Witless vaunter, were thou wife, Custroun thou walled, Cor mundum cry, Ou'r-laiden loon, with lang-tailed lice, Thy doytit dyting soon deny, Trouker, or I thy trumpery try And make a legend of thy life: For flight I anes, folk will cry fie, Then thou'll be warred with every wife. Polwarts Medicine to Montgomerie being sick. SIr Swingeour seeing I want wares, And salves to slake thee of thy saires, This present from the Pothecares, Me think meet to amend thee. First for thy fever feid on folly, With fasting stomach take oyld-oly, Mixed with a mouthful of Melancholy, From phlegm for to defend thee. Sign pass one space, and smell a flower, Thy inward parts to purge and scour, Taken thee three bites of an black hour, And Ruebarb, bache and bitter. This duly done but any din, Sup sign sex sops, but something thin, Of the Devil scald thy guts within, To heal thee of thy skitter. Unto thy bed, sign make thee bown, Take one sweit Syrup worth a Crown, And drink it with the Devil gadowne To recreate thy spreit. And last of all, craig in a Cord, Send for a powder and pay for'd, Called the vengeance of the Lord, For thy mug mouth most meit. Give this preserve thee not fra pain, Pass to the Pothingars again, Some recipies does yet remain, To heal bruik, boil, or blister. As diadragma when ye dine, Or diabolicon what in wine, With powder, I drait felon fine, And mair yet when ye mister. Montgomeries answer to Polwart. Vile venomous viper, wanthriftiest of things, Half an Elf, half an Aip, of Nature deny it, Thou flait with a country, the quhilk was the Kings, But that bargan unbeast, dear shall thou buy it, The cuff is weill waired, that twa hame brings, This Proverb foul Pelt, to thee is apply it, First Spider of spite, thou spews out springs, Yet wanshapen woubet, of the weirds invy it, I can tell thee, how, when, where, and quha got thee. The quhilk was neither man nor wife, Nor humane creature on life, Thou stink and steirar up of strife, False howlat have at thee. In the hinder end of harvest, on Alhallow even, When our good nighbours dois ride, give I read right, Some buckled on a bunewand, and some on a been, Ay trottand in troops, from the twilight, Some sa leaned a shoe Aipe, all graithed into green, Some hobland on one hempstalk, have and to the height, The King of Pharie, and his court, with the Elf Queen, With many Elrich Incubus, was rydand that night, There an Elf on one Aipe, one unsell begat, Into one pot, by Pomathorne, That bratchart, in one buss was borne, The found one monster on the morn, War faced nor a Cat. The weird sisters wand'ring, as they were wont then, Saw Reavens rugand, at that ratton, be a Ronvere ruit, They mused at the Mandrake, unmade like a man, A Beast bund with a bonevand, in an old buit, How that gaist had bein gotten, to guess they began, Weill swyled in a Swine skin, and smeirit over with suit, The belly that it first bair, full bitterly they ban, Of this mismade Mowdewart, mischief they muit, That cruiked, camschoche, croyll, uncristned they curse. They bade that baiche sold not be but The glengoir, gravel, and the gut, And all the plagues that first were put Into Pandora's purse. The cogh, and the connogh, the colic, and the called, The cords, and the cout-evill, the clasps and the cleiks, The hunger, the hart-ill, and the hoist still thee hauled, The botch, and the barbles, with the Cannigate breiks, With bockblood, and beanshaw, speven sprung in the spald, The fersie, the falling-evill, that fells many freiks, Ouergane all with Angleberries as thou grows ald, The kinkhost, the Charbuckle, and worms in the sheiks, The snuff and the snoir the chaud piece, and the chanker. With the blaids and the belly thraw, The bleiring bats, and the beanschaw, With the mischief of the melt and maw, The clap and the canker. The frenzy, the fluxes, the fyk, and the felt, The fevers, the fearcie, with the speinȝie flees, The doit, and the dismal, indifferently dealt, The powling, the palsay, with pocks like pees, The swerf, and the sweiting, with sounding to swelled, The weame-ill, the wildfire, the vomit, and the vees, The mair, and the migrame, with meathes in the melt, The warbles, and the wood-worme, whereof dogs dies, The teasick, the tooth-aik, the tirtes and the tirles. The painful poplesse and pest, The rot, the roup, and the old rest, With parles and pleurisies oppressed, And nipped with the nirles. Woe worth (quoth the weirds) the wights that thee wrought Threadbare be their thrift, as thou art wanthreivin, Als hard be their handsel, that helps thee to aught, The rotten rim of thy womb with Rookes salbe reivin, All bounds where thou bides, to bail salbe brought, Thy Gall, and thy Guisserne, to Glaids shall be given, Ay short be thy solace, with shame be thou sought, In hell mote thou haunt thee, and hide thee fra Heavin, And ay as thou old grows, swa eikand be thy anger. To live with limmers, and out laws, With hurcheons, eatand hips and haws, But when thou comes, where the Cock craws, Tarry there na langer. Shame and sorrow on her snout, that suffers thee to sowke, Or shoe that cares for thy cradill cauld be her cast, Or brings any bedding, for thy blaes bowke, Or lice off thy lingals, sa long as they may last, Or offers thee any thing, all the long owke, Or first refresheth thee with food, how beit thou sold fast, Or when thy duds are bedirten, that gives them one dowk, All grooms when thou greits, at thy ganting be aghast, Als froward be thy fortune, as foul is thy form. First seven yeirs, be thou dumb, and deiff, And after that a common theiff, Thus art thou marked for mischeiff, Fowl unworthy worm. Outrowed be thy tongue, yet trattling all times, Ay the langer that thou life's, thy luck be the less, All countries where thou comes, accuse thee of crimes, And false be thy fingers, but loath to confess, Ay raving, and raging, in rude rat rhymes, All ill be thou useand, and ay in excess, Ilk Moon be thou mad, fra past be the primes, Still plagued with poverty, thy pride to oppress. With warwolfes, and wild Cats, thy weird be to wander, Draglit throw dirty dubs and dykes, Tousled and tuggled, with town Tykes, Say lousy liar what thou likes, Thy tongue is na slander. Fra the sisters had feene, the shape of that shit Little luck be thy lot, there where thou lies, Thy fowmard face, quoth the first, to flit salbe fit, Nicneven quoth the next, shall nourish thee twice, To rid Post to Elphin, naneabler nor it, To drive dogs but to dryt, the third can devise, All thy days shall thou be, of one body but a bit, Als such is this sentence, as sharp is thy size, Sign duly they deemed, what death it sold die: The first said, surely of a shot, Thee second of a running knot, The third be thro' wing of the throat, Like a tike over one tree. When the weird sisters, had thus voted all in one voice, The died of the dablet, and sin they withdrew, To let it lie all allaine, they thought it little loss, In a den be a dyke, or the day dew: Than a clear company, came soon after close, Nicneven with her nymphs, in number anew, With charms from caitiff, and Chanrie of Rosse, Whose cunning consists in casting of a Clew, They seeing this sairie thing, said to themselves, This thriftless thing is meit for us, And for our craft commodious, Ane ugly Ape, and Incubus, Gotten with an Elf. Their venerable Virgins, whom the world call witches, In the time of their triumph, tirred me the Taide, Some backward raid on brodsowes, & some on black bitches, Some in steid of a staig, over a stark Monk strayed, Fra the how to the height, some hobles, some hatches, With their mouths to the Moon, murgeons they maid, Some be force in effect, the four winds fetches, And nine times withershins, about the thorn raid, Some glowring to the ground, some grievously gaipes. Be craft conjureand fiends perforce Forth of a Cairne, beside a croce, Their Ladies lighted fra their horse, And band them with raipes. Sign barefoot, and bare-leged to baptise that bairne, Till a water they went, be a wood side, They sand the shit, all beshitten in the own shearne, On three headed Hecatus, to heir them they cried, As we have found in the field, this findling forfairne, First his faith he forsakes in thee to confided, Be virtue of their words, and this raw yearn, And while this thrice thretty knots, on this blue thread bid, And of their men's members, weill sowed to a shoe, Whilk's we have ta'en, fra top to rae, Even of one hundreth men and mae, Now grant us goddess or we gay, Our duties to do. Be the height of the hevins, and be the hownesse of hell, Be the winds and the weirds, and the Charlewaine, Be the horns, the handstaff and the king's ell, Be thunder, be fyreflaughts, be drought and be rain, Be the Poles and the Planets, and the Signs all twell, Be the mirkness of the Moon, let mirkness remain, Be the Elements all, that our crafts can compel, Be the fiends infernal, and the furies in pain, Gar all the Gaists of the died, that dwells there down, In Lethe and Styx that stinkand strands, And Pluto that your Court commands, Receive this howlat off our hands, In name of Mahowne. That this worm in our work, some wonders may work, And through the poison of this Pod, our pratiques prevail, To cut off our cumber, fra coming to the Kirk, For the half of our help, and hes it heir hail, Let never this undoght, of ill doing irk, But ay blithe to begin, all barret and bail, Of all bliss let it be, als bair as the birk, That tittest the taidrell may tell one ill tail, Let no vice in this world, in this wanthrift be wanted. Be they had said, the fireflaughts flew, Baith thunder, rain, and winds blue, Wherebe their coming, comers knew Their ask was granted. When thaes Dames devotely had done their devore, In heaving this hurcheon, they hasted them hame, Of that matter to make, remained no more, Saving nixt how that Nuns, that working sold name, They kowed all the kytrall, the face of it before, And nipped it sa doones near to see it was shame, They called it peiled Polwart, they pulled it so sore, Where we clip, quoth the comers, there needs na kame, For we have heght to Mahoun for handsel this hair, They made it like one scraped swine, And as they Cowed, they made it whryne, It shaved the self, ay on sensyne The beard of it sa bair. Fra the Kummers that Crab, had with Pluto contracted, They promised as parents, sign for their own part, A mover of mischief, and they might for to make it, As one Imp of all ill, mayst apt for their Art, Nicneven as nourish, to teach it, gart take it, To sail sure in a seiff, but compass or Cairt, And milk of one haired tedder, thought wives sold be wrackit, And the Kow give a chopin, was wont to give a quart, Many babes, and bairnes, shall bliss thy bair banes, When they have neither milk nor meill, Compelled for hunger for to steill, Than shall they give thee to the Deill, Able ofter nor anes. Be one after midnight, their office was ended, At that tide, was na time, for troumpers to tarry, Sign backward on horseback, bravely they bended, That cammosed Cockatrice, they quite with them carry, To Kait of Creif in one creill soon they gared send it, Where sevin year it sat, baith singed and sarie, The kin of it be the cry, incontinent kend it, Sign fetched food for to feid it, forth fra the Pharie, Ilk Elf of them all brought an almous house Oster. Indeid it was a dainty dish, A foul phlegmatic foulsome fish, In steid of sauce, on it they pish, sick food, feed sick a foster. Sign fra the father's side, finely had fed it, Many monks and marmasits, came with the mother, Black botch fall the breist, and the belly that bred it. Ay offered they that undoght, fra one to another, Where that smatched had sowked, sa fair it was to shed it, But believe it began, to buckie the brother, In the bark of one bourtree, whilom they bed it. All talking with their tongues, the one to the other, With flirting, and flyring, their Physnome they flype. Some luikand lice, in the crown of it keeks, Some chops the kids into heir cheeks, Some in their oxster hard it cleeks, Like an old bagpipe. With mudyones, and murgeons, and moving the brain, They lay it, they lift it, they louse it, they lace it, They graip it, they grip it It greets and they grain, They bed it, they baw it, they bind it, they brace it, It skittered, and skar●ed, they skirled ilk one, All the Kine in the country they skarred, and chased, That roaring, they wood-ran, and routed in a rein, The wild dear fra their den, their din hes displaced, The cry was sa ugly, of Elves Aipes and Owls, That geise and gaisling, cries and craikes, In dubs douks down, Duikes and draikes, All beasts for feir, the fields forsakes, And the town Tykes yowles. sick a mirthless Music their menstralls did make, while Kine kest caprels, behind with their heels, little tent to their time, the Toone leit them take, But ay rammeist red wood, and raveled in their reels, Then the comers that ye ken came all with a clak. To conjure that coidyoch, with clews in their creeles, while all the bounds them about, grew blaikned and black, For the din of their daiblets, raised all the deils, To concur in the cause they were come sa far, For they their god-bairne gifts walled give, To teach the child, to steal and reive. And ay the langer that it live, The world sold be the war. Polwarts third flitting against Montgomerie. INfernall frawart, feaming furies fell, Cursed, cankered, crabbed (Clotho) help to quell, Yond Caribald, yone caitiff execrabill, provided my pen profoundly to distel, Some dure despite to daunt yond devil of hell, And dryve with dole, to death detestabill, This mad malicious monster miserable, Ane tike tormented, trotting out of toone, That rhymes red wood at ilk mids of the Moon. Renew your roaring rage, and eager Ire, Inflamed with fearful thundering, thuddes of fire, To plague this poisoned pykthank, pestilent, With flying fire flaughts, burning bright and shire, Devoir yond devilish dragon, I desire, And waste his wearied venom violent, Conjure this beastly beggar impotent, Suppress all power of this evil spirit, That bides and barks in him als black as jeit. But reekie Rooks and Ravens or ye rive him, Desist, delay his death, while I describe him, Sign rypely to his raving rude reply, To dreadful dolour, dearfly or ye dryve him, Throw Pluto's power, pleasure to deprive him, The Lown may lick his vomit, and deny His shameless saws, like Satan's slavish smy. Whose manners, with his mismade members heir, Do correspond, as plainly doth appeir. His peilled , and unpleasant pow, The fulsome flocks of flies dois overflow, With wames and wounds all blaikned full of blains, Out over the neck, athort his nitty now, Ilke louse lies linkand, like a large lint bow, That hurts his harness, and pierce them to his pains. while wit and virtue vanished fra the veins, With scarts and scores, athort his frozen front, In rankels run within the stews all brunt. His lugs baith long and lean, wha can but lack, That to the Tron hes ta'en so many a tack, With blasted bowels, bowdon with bruised blood, And happening hairs, blawin widthersuns aback, Foot foundered beasts, for fault of food, full weak, Hes not their hair sa snod as other good, The bleared Buck and boisterous to conclude, Hes right trim teeth some what set in a thraw, Ane topped turd, right teughly for to taw. With laidly lips, and lining side turned out, His nose weill lit in Bacchus' blood about, His stinking end, corrupted as men knows, Contagious cankers, carves his snafling snout, His shaved shoulders, shawes the marks no doubt, Of teugh tarledders, tires and other taws, And girds of galleys growand now in gawes, Swa all his fousome form thereto effeirs, The quhilk for filth, I will not file your eirs. The second part of Polwarts third flitting. But of his conditions to carp for a while, And count you his qualities, compassed with cair, Appardon me Poets, to alter my style, And wissle my verse, for filing the air, Returning directly again to Argyle, Where last that I left him, baith barefoot and bair, Where rightly I reckoned, his race very vile, Descending of Devils, as I did declare, But quhilk of the Gods, will guide me aright: Abhorring, so abominable, Sa doleful, and detestable, Sa knavish cankered, execrable, And waried a wight. In Argyle among Gaits, he gead within glennes, Ay there using offices, of a bruit beast, while blissless was banished, for handling of hens, Sign forward to Flanders, fast fled or he ceased, From poor anes the poultry, he plucked be the pens, Delighting in theft, the heart of his breast, And courage inclined, to knavery men kennes, To pestilent purposes plainly he pressed, But truly to tell all the truth unto you. In noways was he wise, He used both carts and Dyce, And fled no kind of vice, Or few as I trow. He was one false Schismatic, notoriously named, Both whoredom, and homicide, unsell he used, With all the seven sins, the smatched was shamed, Pride, Ire, and envy, this undoght abused, For greedy covetousness, bitterly blamed For bawdry, and bordelling, luckless he loved, Thirst, dryness, and drunkenness, the dyvour defamed, False, fenȝeit, with flyting, and flattery infused, Mayst sinful, and sensual, shame to rehearse, Whose feckles foolishness, And beastly bruklenes, Can no man as I guess, Weill put into verse. Ane warloch, one werewolf, one woubet but hair, Ane devil, and a Dragon, one died Dromadarie, Ane counterfoot custroun, that clarks dois not cair Ane clavering cohooby, that cracks of the Pharie, Whose favourless Phisnome, doth duly declare, His vices, and viciousness, although I walled , Arcandam's Astrology, one lantern of lair, Affirms his bleardnes, to wisdom contrary, Betaikning, baith babbling and beldnes of age, Great fraud, and foul deceit, Cappit, with quiet conceit, Witness some verse he wreit, Half daft in a rage. His Anagram also, concerning that case, Says surely, it's a sign of a lecherous Lowne, His paleness next partly, with brown in the face, Arcandam ascrives, to babbling ay boon, And trattling intemperate, tymeles, but place, A cowart yet choleric, and drunk in ilk town, And als his ass ears, they sign in short space, The frantic fool shall grow mad like Mahowne, But yet shall he live long, whilk alas were a loss. For sick a tried traitor, And babbling blasphemator, Was never formed of Nature, Sa gooked a Goose. Whose origine noble the note of his name Called Etymology, beirs rightly record, His surname doth flow, fra twa terms of diffame, From Mont and Gomorrah, where devils be the Lord, His kinsmen was cleinly cast out to his shame, That is of their clan, whom Christ hath abhorred, And beiriss of the birth place, their horrible name, Where Sodomite sinners, with stinking were smored. Now sen all is suiths that's said of this smy, Unto that capped Clerk, And pretty piece of wark, That bitterly doth bark, I may this reply. Polwarts last flitting against Montgomerie. Vile villain vain, and war nor I have tauld thee. Thy withered wame, is damnified and cried, Beshitten boystour, baldly I forbade thee, To mell with me, or else thou sold dear buy it, Thy speech but purpose, sporter is espied, That writeth of witches, warlocks, wraiths, and wratches, But Invectives against him well defied, Rob Stevin thou raves, forgetting whom thou matches, Leave boggles, brownies, Gyre-carlings, and Gaists, Dastard thou daffes, that with such devilrie melts, Thy peiled preambles over prolixly lasts, Thy reasons savours of reek and nothing else, Thy sentences, of suit sa sweitly smells, Thou sat sa near the chimney nuik that made them, Fast be the Ingle, among the Oyster shells, Dreidand my danger, durst not weill debate them. Thy trattling, Truiker, walled gar Taides spew, And Carl Cats, weep vinegar with their eine, Thou said I borrowed, blade's's that is naught true, The contrary falls smatched salbe seen, I never had of that making ye mien A verse in write, in print, or yet perqueir, Quhilk I can prove, and cleanse me wonder cleine, Though single words no writer can forbear, To prove my speeches probable, and plain, Thou must confess, thou used my invention, I reckoned first thy race, sign thou again, In that same sort, made of thy Master mention, Thy wit is weak, with me to have dissension, For to my speech thou never made reply, At liberty to lie is thy intention, I answer ay, quhilk thou can not deny. Thy friends are fiends, of Apes thou fenȝies mine; With my assistance saying all thou can, I count sick kindred, better yet nor thine, Chief of beasts, that most resemble man, Grant give that my invention war's thine then, Without the whilk, thou might have barked waist I laid the ground, whereon thou best began, To big the brig, whereof thou brags mayst. Thy lack of judgement, may be als perceived, Thirtwa chief points of reason wants in thee, Thou attributes to Aipes, where thou hes reaved, The ills of horse, one monstrous sight to see. Na marvel though ill won, ill waired be, For all these ills, thou staw I am right certain, From Semples dytements, of one horse did die, Of Porterfields', that dwelled into Dumbartan. Among the ills of Aipes, that thou hes tauld, Though to one horse, pertaining properly, Thou puts the spaven, in the further spauld, That uses in the hinder hogh to be, Fra horsemen anes thy cunning hear and see, I fear old Allane get na mair ado, A llace poor man he may lie down and die, Sign thou's succeed to wear the silver shoe. Farther thou flies with other fowls wings, Ouer-cled with cleiter colours than thy own, But specially with some of Semples things, Or for an plucked goose, thou had been knawin, Or like one Cranmer, in mounting soon o'rethrowen, That must take ay, nyn steps before shoe fly, So in the gout, thou might have stand & blown, As long as thou lay gravelled, like to die. I speak not of thy vicious divisions, Where thou pronounces, & yet propones but part Encumbered with sa many tried confusions Quhilk shawes thy rhyme but rhetoric or ●●rt, Thy memory is short, be shrew thy heart, Telling one thing over twice or thrice at anes, And can not from one proper place departed, Except I were to frig thee with whin stanes. The things I said give that thou walled deny, Meaning to wry the verity with wiles, Lick where I laid, and pickle of that pie, Thy knavery, credence fra thee quite exyles, Thy feckles folly, all the air defiles, I find sa many faults, ilk one over uther, First I must tell thee all thy stately styles, And sign bequeath thee to thy birken brother. Fond flytter, shit shyter, bacon bitter, all defiled, Blunt bleit●ar, paddock pricker puddin eiter, perverse, Hen plucker, closet mucker, house cucker, very vild, Tawny cheeks, I think thou speiks, with thy breeches, foul erse, Woodtyk, hoodpyk, ay like, to live in lack, Flower the pin, scabbed skin, eat it in, that thou spoke. Gume gad, bald skade, foul faed, why flait thou fool, Steill You, fill tow, thou dow, not defend thee, Quha kend, thy end, false fiend, fantastic mule, Thief smy, they walled cry, fie fie, to gar end thee, Sweir sow, doyled kow, ay fow, foul fall thy banes, Very wild, defiled, ay wood wild, ilk month anes. Tarry tade, thou's defate; now debate, if thou dow, Hush paddle, lick ladle, shit saddle, do thy best, Creishie soutter, shoe cloutter, minch moutter, dare thou mow, Ragged railer, sheep stealer, double dealer, thou's be dressed. Falls preif, lean thief, mischief, fall thy lips, Blaird beard, thy reward, is prepared, for thy hips. Erse slaiker, gle●●● glaiker, room raiker, for relief, Lunatic, frenatick, schismatic, Swingeour sob, Turd faced, ay chased, almost, filled for a thief, Misly kit, and thou flit, I'll dryt in thy gob, Tait mow, wild sow, soon bow, or I wand thee, Hell ruik, with thy buik, leave the nuik, I command thee. Land lowper, light skowper, ragged rowper, like a Raven, Halland shaker, draught raiker, bannock-baiker, all beshitten Craig in peril, toom the barrel, quit the quarrel, or be shaved Rude ratler, common tratler, poor prattler, out flitten, Hell spark, scabbed Clerk, and thou bark, I shall belt rhee, Skade scald, overbald, soon fald, or I melt thee. Lousy lugs, leap jugs, tomb the mugs, on the midding, Tanny flank, redshank, pykthank, I must pay thee, Spew bleck, widdie neck, come and beck, at my bidding, False Loon, make thee boon, Mahowne, mon have thee, Rank ruittour, scurlie wittour, and juitour, nane four, Decrest, oppressed, possessed, with Pluto's power. Capped knave, proud slave, ye rave, ay unrocked, Whiles slaverand, whiles taverand while waverand, with wine Greedy gouked, poor & pluked, il instructed, ye be knoked, Gleyed gangrell, old mangrell, to the hangrell, and sa pine, calumniator, blasphemator, vile creature untrue, Thy cheiping, and peiping, with weiping, thou salted rue. Mad manter, vain vaunter, ay haunter in slavery, Pudding pricker, bang the bicker, nane quicker, in knavery, Kailly lips, kiss my hips, into grips, thou's behind, Baill brewer, poison spewer, money truer, hes bein pinned, Swine keiper, land leiper, tuird steiper, from the drought, Lean limmer, steal gimmer, I shall skimmer in thy mouth. Fleyed fool, mad muile, die with dole, on one aike, Knave kend, Christ send, ill end, on thee now Pudding wright, out of sight, thou's be d●rt●●, like a draike, jock blunt, thrawin front, kiss the cunt, of the Kow, Purse peiller, hen steiller, Cat killer, now I quell thee. Rubiatour fornicator, by nature, foul befall thee. Tyk stickar, poisoned Vicar, pot lickar, I mon pay thee, Feared flyar, loud liar, gooked gleyar, on the gallows, jock blunt, died runt, I shall dunt, while I slay thee, Buttery bag, fill knag, thou will rag, with thy fellows, Tired clatterer, skin batterer, and flatterer of friends, Vild widdered, misordered, confedered with fiends. Blind brock, lose dock, bored block, banished towns, Alace, thief's face, na grace, for that grunȝie, Beld bisset, marmissed, lanspreȝed, to the lownes, Deid dring, dried sting, thou will hang, but a sunȝie, Lick butter, throat cutter, fish gutter, fill the fetter, Come bleitand, and greitand, fast eitand, thy laidley letter, FINIS.