A marvelous strange deformed Swine.  
 
HEre Good Reader shalt thou behold a strange and deformed Swine, farrowed and brought forth in Denmark, and there bought and brought over by an Englishman, which hath it at this present, & is to be seen a live, the proportion whereof is wondrous strange to behold and view: the forepart thereof from the Snout beneath the fore shoulders are in all points like unto a Swine, except the Ears only, which resemble the ears of a Lion, the hinder part (contrary to kind) is proportioned in all points like unto a Ram, having soft wool both white and black mixed 'mong the hard Hear, and so groweth from the shoulders down ward, all the body over, and it is a Boar Pig, how beit, there doth nothing appear outward, but only the Pysell under his Belly, but if a man list to feel & gripe it in the Grinds, there ye may feel his cods within his belly: and the most strangest thing of all, is the misshapen and deformed Feet, whereon grow certain Talents and very hard Claws, doubling under his Feet, every Claw so big as a man's finger, and black of colour, and the length of every of them are full. x. inches, very strange and wonderful to behold, it feedeth and eateth divers and sundry things, aswell Haye and Grass, as Bread and Apples, with such other things as sheep and Swine do feed on.  

¶ An exhortation or warning to all men, for amendment of life.  
COme near good Christians all,  
behold a Monster rare:  
Whose monstrous shape (no doubt) fortels  
Gods wrath we should beware.  
His wondrous works we aught not judge,  
as toys and trifles vain:  
Wither it be Child or brutish Beast,  
for warnings they are plain.  
As now, this mingled brutish Beast,  
God's creature is we see:  
Although as strange of shape and form  
as possibly may be.  
For if you do way well each point,  
his nature and his shape  
I fear resembles some of those,  
as on the same do gape.  
For why most Swinish are our lives,  
and monstrous (that is sure:)  
Though we resemble simple Sheep,  
or Lambs that be most pure.  
But every Tree itself will try,  
at last by his own Fruit:  
Though on our Backs we carry wol,  
our conscience is pollute,  
Though smilingly with flattering face,  
we seem God's word to love:  
Contrary wise some hate the same,  
as well their deeds did prove.  
Who meant the ruin of our Realm,  
as Traitors to our Queen:  
Some white fast Lambs have sought to do  
(nay, monstrous Swine) I ween.  
I mean not here at large to show  
offences as they be:  
In whom they reign, in high or low,  
I name here no degree.  
But generally, I say to all,  
repent amend your life:  
The greedy rich, the needy poor,  
yea, youngman, Maid, and Wife.  
The Protestant, the Papist eke,  
what sect so that ye be,  
Gripe your own conscience, learn to do  
as God commandeth ye.  
For all are sinners David saith,  
Yea, do the best we may,  
Unprofitable servants still we be,  
we can it not denay.  
judge ye therefore how far amiss,  
all those their lives do frame:  
That outwardly profess God's truth,  
and inward hate the same.  
judge ye again that hate your Prince,  
and seek the Realm to spoil:  
What monstrous Swine you prove at length,  
for all your covert coil.  
Experience late by Felton false,  
and Nortons' two I ween:  
Their Treason known were wondered at  
as they had Monsters been.  
And surely I can judge no less,  
but that they Monsters were:  
Quite changed from true subjects shape,  
their deeds did so appear.  
Then let their deeds example be,  
to us that Subjects are:  
For treason ends by shameful death,  
therefore by them beware.  
I speak not here of monstrous Pride,  
in Man, in Maid, and Wife:  
Nor whoredom which is daily used,  
in England rank and rife.  
Of Covetousness, what should I say,  
or Usury daily done:  
It booteth not to speak thereof,  
so much thereby is won.  
But if they well do count their Cards,  
how God they do offend:  
I wis their sweet ill gotten gains,  
hath sour and bitter end,  
From the which end deliver us Lord,  
and grant both high and low,  
To become thy servants just and true  
and then our end we know.  
God grant our gracious sovereign Queen  
long over us may reign:  
And this life past, with Christ our Lord,  
heavens joys she may attain.  
I P.  
FINIS    

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