Fennors defence: or, I am your first man VVherein the VVater-man, Iohn Taylor, is dasht, sowst, and finally fallen into the Thames: With his slanderous taxations, base imputations, scandalous accusations and foule abhominations, against his maiesties ryming poet: who hath answered him without vexatione, or [...] bling recantations. The reason of my not meeting at the Hope with Taylor, is truly demonstrated in the induction to the [...] udger. Thy hastie gallop my milde muse shall checke, that if thou sit not sure, will breake thy necke.

AN APOLOGIE to the Anagram of my Name , made by no Scholler , but a Sculler . IT were a simple Tree thy breath could shake ; But see ( meere Malice ) how thou dost mistake : For what thy Title would bestow on me , They selfe art Author of . New Villanie . But since thou vrgest me , marke how I le blase That name ; which thou with villanie wouldst glafe : For I will ope the Casement , and cleare Light Shall chase thy blacke verse to eternall Night . When the first William , Duke of Normandie , Sayl'd from the Coasts of France to Britanie , Amongst his best Rankes came a Chiualiere , Whose name in French was called le Fogniere , Which then our English Toung so well did tender , Gaue him the Name and Title of Defender . On the Sea-coasts he did defend so well , That for his Crest he beares the Scallop shell . Since , briefer Language giues vs Fennors name , Nor can thy impudence impaire the same : And for a Token of wrong'd Innocence , I doe resume my first name for Defence . My Anagram if thou but rightly scan , Then thou wilt finde 't is , I will feare no man . How can I then feare thee that art a Taylor , A shred of Fustian , and a ragged Raylor ; A dish that is not worth the feeding on , When thou art best in Lent , th' art but Poore Iohn .

An Anagram vpon the Scullers Name . IOHN TAYLOR , Anagramma . O Hate , rayle on . O Hate rayle on ; or this , Rayle on , O Hate : For spight of Rayling , I must dedicate An answere to thy Theame , though nere so large , Will sink thy Scullers Boat , though 't were a Barge . To halter vp your Muse , my Muse beginnes ; I le trusse the Iade for breaking peoples shinnes . Then Monster doe thy worst , yerke out thy fill , Thou canst not touch my godnesse with thy ill : Though Horses breake their Bridles , and escape , My Lines shall loade an Asse , or whippe an Ape .

To his approued Foe Iohn Taylor . I Haue lookt ouer with my best Prospectiues , And view'd the tenor of thy base Inuectiues : But if thou knewst how slenderly I weigh them , Thou wouldst not make such labor to display them , All that my Lyntia in thy vaine discernes , Is Roguish Language , such as Newgate learnes . I thinke thou hast beene tutor'd in the Stewes ; For thine 's the perfect speech they onely vse : Base Roguish Wishes , Cursing , and Reuiling , Tempestuous Raylings , and good Names defiling . Yet maugre Mallice Iohn , I pitie thee For all the paines thou hast bestow'd on me ; And were my Purse but of abilitie , I de recompence thy labours horriblie : But since my meanes vnable is to right thee , Marke how my Penne in kindnes shal requite thee . I will bestow a sheet or two of Paper , And sit the burning of a Tallow Taper , To tell thee thou art monstrous insolent : Although thy Verse is lame and impotent ; And at the highest , thou art but partaker With Libell-spreaders , or some Ballade-maker . But doe not thinke thou dealst with Coriate , Whose bosome thou didst bolt a Storie at ; Nor looke not for such Batterie at my Walls , As 'gainst the Knight o' the Sunne , or Archibales ; Expect not Captaine Ottooles vnderstanding : No , no ; against a Bulwarke thou art banding Of better temper , and a Nobler spirit , Then euer thy base bosome could inherite . 'Gainst Cynthia , like a Wolf , th'oult bark & howle , Wherby thou shewst thy iudgement dark & fowle . Thou grieu'st , my Muse with her reflecting rayes , Hath quite ecclipst a famous Scullers prayse : Thou wouldst haue Poesie in none to flourish , But in thy selfe ; O thou art too too currish : Banish this selfe-conceit ; false shadie dreames Hang in thy heart , and driue thee to extreames . But why doe I presume to counsell thee , That hat'st good Counsell , as thou hatest me ? Wherefore I leaue thy brasen Impudence , To answere thy Reuenge with my Defence .

Defence . HOw Rascall-like , thou dealst with me at first ; Thou shewst from what Antiquitie th' art nurst : How darst thou of thy Satyre-Musicke boast , That now stands bound vnto the whipping Post ? But I will spare thee , thou intemperate Asse , Vntill in Bride-well thou shalt currant passe . Thou sayst , I had better with the Deuill deale ; By which thou do'st thy wickednesse reueale : But I haue naught to doe with him or thee ; If thou be his companion , God blesse me . To crouch , or whyne , thou giu'st me no occasion ; But I must laugh at thy absurd persuation : Thou art that Lernean Snake , squeeze thine owne gall , But 't is too bad to make thee Inke withall . Th' ast gone so long to Styx for mingled Inke , That all thy verses in mens nosthrils stinke . For Pens , the Scrich-Owles fethers are too tough ; A Gooses Wing for thee is good ynough . Thou hast emblas'd me , Basest slaue of Men ; That name I freely send thee backe agen , Vntill the World hath better eyes to see Which is the basest Iacke , my selfe , or thee . Thou call'st me Rogue so artificiall , That I must iudge thee for one naturall : The Iniurie proceeded from thy toung , And yet thou wouldst make me thy cloake for wrong . But do'st thou thinke the matter is no more , But hang my selfe ; thy counsell I abhore : And take thou heed of this inchanted Spell , Iohn Taylor ended like Achitophel . What foolish Asse , like thee , would take in hand To play a Play , that couldst not vnderstand What thine owne follie is , thou art so blinde ; Onely to basenesse thou art well inclin'de . Do'st thinke I had no businesse , but to wait On thy detested Fopperies Conceit : Yet I protest , hadst thou but sent the Bill For me to answere , I de haue shew'd my skill : Which would haue beene so much to thy disgrace , That thou againe durst nere haue shew'd thy face . Canst thou imagine , that I went away For feare of thee , or thy contemned Play : Know foole , when on the Stage I purchasd worth , I scornd to send for thee to helpe me forth . And put the case that I should challenge thee , Thy rayling Spirit could not answere mee : For thou art nothing without three months studie ; I de beat my braines out , if they were so muddie . Fiue shillings I confesse I had of thee ; Which I protest my seruant had from me For to repay thee : but since he did sayle , Thou mightst haue sent to me ; not write , and rayle On him , that holds his honestie more deare Then all the Thames Reuenewes in a yeare . But here thou driu'st me to a short demurre , To know why thou shouldst call a Christian , Curre : Oh , I haue found it ; to my griefe I see , That Curres and Christians are alike to thee . But was thy credit by my treason slaine ; Faith I know none thou hadst to lose or staine . I wonder much at thy simplicitie , That thou shouldst chalenge me for sharking thee ; When of my troth I had rather giue thee gifts , Then see thee driuen to such paltrie shifts . Thou and thy Squire oft have ferried mee , More oft then I and mine haue rim'd to thee , If euer I haue sung to nastie Whores , Thou or some Pander , like thee , kept the dores : For I am sure , that for as little meanes , As two pence , thou wilt carry knaues y queanes . I know not what thou meanst by Daxie Dell , It seemes with them thou art acquainted well . For scrappes & broken beere it is so rare For mee to rime , that thou shall haue my share : For though much wealth I want to maintaine mee I 'll neuer trouble Whores , nor Rogues , nor thee . Allow I am squint-eyde , yet with those eyes I can thy Baboonestrickes anatomize . But prethee , which of all the Deuils cramb'd That word of judgement in the Thou art damb'd ? I 'd rather wish thee talke of thy saluation , Lest hate should hurrie thee into damnation . Had'st thou begun with Brothell then transcended Vnto a Tauerne , thou thy state hadst mended : But thou dost all thou canst to cut my throat And cheat mee of the Tinker and his groat : Thou hast so many voyages to hell , That Nemesis will like thy visage well ; And for to make hels number one the fuller , Charon will take thee for his vnder Sculler : And from those lossing torments which torment thee . I 'll find a shelter , though it discontent thee . Why dost thou blame my tongue , 'cause it proclai●● Myself a seruant to my Soueraigne Iames I would all hearts & tongues with mine single sing Their loyall duty to my Lord the King . His Royall fauor makes thy enuy swell , As by thy words all may discerne it well . Thy base comparison I hate and curse , Pray heauen thy seruice to him proue no wors● For then my Rime shall tell thee this in Reason Shalt ne'r be hang'd for fellony nor treason . Now for the rest , thou poore Beare garden sport I scorne to tell thee how I liue in Court : Yet for to certifie thee , thou shalt know it , It hath pleasd the King to call mee his Ryming Po●● Although too farre vnworthy , I confesse , To merit it , the Title I possesse : Yet without boasting , let me boldly say , I 'll ryme with any man that breaths this day Vpon a subject in extempore , Or else be blotted from all memorie , For any wager dare ingaged be . Then thinke what cause I had to run from the● Except it were , because I would not heare , How thou absurdly didst abuse each eare . But thou dost taske me with my sawcinese , That I myselfe a Poet dare professe : Wouldst thou have me rob Nature of her gifts Why that were baser then thy basest shifts : Yet my esteeme of course extempory , Is but as seruile to sweet Poesie , Why wouldst thou trouble Homer from his rest , To view the slanders belcht from thy base brest . Were Ouid liuing , hee would discommend thee , Horace in steed of wine would water send thee : And famous Virgill , in his lofty stile , At this thy rayling humor would but smile . Last , all that haue deseru'd a Lawrell wreath , Vnto thy Muse a paire of sculls bequeath . Alas pore Spong , thou suckst vp naught but spight And dost me open wrong thy faults to right : What Coxcombe foole would proffer such abuses As thou hast done to Poets and the Muses ? But deare Taliae in her riming fit Sung , Thou wilt die a foole , for want of wit , Thou saist thy iudgement can compose a verse ; What my opinion's of thee I le rehearse , Thou art no better then a Poets Whelpe , That fauning vp and downe seekes after helpe : I could be like thy selfe , vnmannerly , But that I scorne thy stile should tutor me . No , burne thy selfe out , like a Candle-snuffe , 'T is vaine to make thee worse , th' art bad enuffe . Thou taxest me , that I abroad do vaunt , What Lords & Knights to me their fauors graunt ; It also seemes that thou from me would'st know , What Countesses and Ladies countenance shew . I 'le tell thee plainely ; such do entertaine me , That for thy rayling baseness will disdaine thee , Had they thy hungry chapps once foddered , Thou wouldst not title them embrodered . But , Syrra , though you meddle with your mate Thou shouldst learn maners to forbeare the state And not to descant vppon Court and King , T were fitter thou shouldst of a Sculler sing . Presumptuous foole , how dar'st thou be so bo●● To speake of Kings whom men with feare behol● You say , you know his royall Maiesty Will not allow his Court to harbour me : Nay more ; your Scullership doth know right w●●● That I no longer in his house shal dwell . Is then his wisedome think'st thou such meane treasur● That Water-men must know his royall pleasure Yet I confesse so farre his will they know When he directs them whether they shall goe . It may bee thou wa'st put in office lately , Which makes thee rogue me so , & rayle so state But when thy head peepes through the pillory I doubt these termes thy eares must iustifie . For thy bace words are of such hard digestion , They 'l cause sorn stomack call thy name in quest●●● Thou hopst to see me whipt ; stand fast blind Ho●●● For feare thou stumble into th' Porters Lodge : Raue , rayle , doe what thou canst , I 'le neuer cea●● To serue my soueraigne maister King of peace . Watch till thy eyes fall out ; Write ; do thy worst ; I haue a Penne and Inkhorne is as curst , To answere all thy Rayling , Satyrizing , In three daies , what thou three months art deuising : And when thy quarter-Cockatrice sees light , In troth it is not worthie of mans sight . But I am sorrie that thy credit 's tainted , To make thee and thy Chaundler vnacquainted : Will he not score no more for Egges and Cheese , Because he saw thy Hope vpon her knees ? Rather then thou shouldst lay that fault on me , Come where I dwell , I le passe my word for thee : For Reputation thou canst haue no more , Then in a Bakers debt , or Ale-wifes score : And if thou be deny'de both Bread and Drinke , Thy Writing and thy Rowing's like to shrinke . Leaue these Inuectiues , trust vnto thy Scull , For that 's the way to fill thy bellie full Of Meat and Drinke ; besides this Consolation , Thou labor'st truly in thine owne Vocation . Why shouldst thou stagger after Poesie , That is attended on by Pouertie ? I wish thee as my friend ; ne're goe about it ; For , as I guesse , th' art poore ynough without it . I see thou art so bare and desperate , Thou wouldst turn Hangman to aduance thy state ; And hang vp me ; but ( Sculler ) I le ore-match you , And stand to see a Hempen halter catch you : For the old prouerbe neuer failed yet , Who spreads netts for his friends , snares his owne feet , But yet I wonder since thou hat'st my life , Thou shouldst professe such kindnes to my wife , If thy hot loue without deceipt be feruent , My kitchin Maide shall take the for her seruant , For all the loue that from my wife proceeds , Is scorning of thy person and thy deeds : Thou calst them wittols that lead quiet liues , But none but Rascalls will abuse their wiues . But now to the disasters of the day , How thou miscariedst with thy Hopefull play . Of thy mishapps no long discourse i le tell , How thou amongst them mad'st a beastly smell . Thou dost commend the Players for their action , But they were all ashamd of thy distraction , For them , as much as thine , my praise alowe , For none amongst them plaide the foole but thou : Thou wouldst same finde a fault , yet knowst not where , When in thy bosome it appeareth cleare . Thy cheefest rayling and thy strongst euasion , Is against me , yet thou art the occasion . Another while thou blamst the Audience , When thou wast cause of their impatience ; The better sort said I was wise enuffe , To keep me out of that black whirle-winde puffe , Which almost blue the hangings from the stage , Was ere such folly knowne in any age ? Thou sayst , the Maundering Begger credit got , For that , thou knowst I know a Poet wrot : For all the rest , that was deuisde by thee , Was nothing but a heape of Fopperie . I heard , thou letst the Wine run tumbling downe Thy rotten wind-pipe , like a drunken Clowne : But yet thy Lion drunke could not defend thee , For 't was thy Ape drunke made some men commend thee : For that daies censure thou canst not escape , Which sayes , That all thy actions playde the Ape . But thy Tobacco was such stinking stuffe , That all the people cry'de , Enough , enough . Thy third Act shew'd the humors of men frantick , Wherin , most like an Asse , thou stoodst for Antick : I saw it not whether it were good or bad ; But wise men iudge thee either foole , or mad . Thy last Act shewes thy skill vpon the Seas To be so rare ; it did them all displease : And in conclusion , such a Tempest rose , That blew thee off , and made thy friends thy foes . And woldst thou load my back with al this blame ? Nay ; as thou got'st the coyne , so take the shame : And let me tell thee this , to calme thy Rage . I chaleng'd Kendall on the Fortune Stage ; And he did promise 'fore an Audience For to oppose me ; note the Accidence : I set vp Bills , the People throng'd apace , With full intention to disgrace , or grace ; The House was ful , the Trumpets twice had founded , And though he came not , I was not confounded , But stept vpon the Stage , and told them this ; My Aduerse would not come : not one did hisse ; But flung me Theames : I then extempore Did blot his name from out their memorie , And pleasd them all , in spight of one to braue me , Witnesse the Ringing Plaudits that they gaue me . Was not this iust the case 'twixt me and thee ? And yet thy eyes thine owne faults cannot see . I le touch thee neerer : Hadst thou beene away , As I was , and my selfe supply'de the day , I would haue rows'd my Muse incontinent , With Mirths best quaint deuise , for their content ; And in extempore I would haue gain'd The fauor of them all ; which thee disdain'd . But thou art hatcht from Saturnes frozen braine , Poore drowsie groome of sleepie Morpheus traine : If there be any sparke of Muse in thee , It is the tayle-gut of Melpomenie , Which doth instruct thee in thy filthie tearmes ; There 's nothing else in thee my Penne affirmes . Hadst thou done well , the credit had been thine ; But doing ill , thou d'st haue the shame be mine . The Money pleasd thy humor passing well ; But thy discredit made thy anger swell Aboue the verge of Patience ; and thy Sayle , Blowne full of Enuie , bursts it selfe to Rayle , Not publikely , but in a priuate Hole Kindle thy Mallice at the Deuils coale : But I with water of true Honestie Will quench thy raging heat of Villanie . How brauely thou canst brag it out , and swagger , And talk of stabbes ( God blesse vs ) & thy dagger : I would not see thy spightfull spit-Frog drawne , 'T will serue thee better for an Ale-house pawne . Thou scornst to foule thy fingers vpon men , Because thou knowst they will shake hands agen : But thou art excellent at these windie puffes , And darst encounter boyes at fisticuffes ; But Sirrha , looke to your greene Wastcoat well , For feare the boyes doe teare it off peccemell . All the kinde fauor that I will implore , Is , That thou wouldst not threaten me no more : And yet , now I remember , 't is no wrong ; For threatned folke ( the Prouerbe sayes ) liue long : But with thy Penne write , & reuenge thy spleene , I le haue an Answere that shall cut as keene . But now base Slanderer , I must tearme thee so ; Why medlest thou with them thou dost not know : This long I haue but spent my Inke in ieast , But now I le dart my anger at thy breast : I would I had the humor of some Scold , That I , like thee , my venome might vnfold . Thou neuer knewst my birth , nor my begetting , So well as I thy Rascall Play , and Cheating : But whatsoere my birth or breeding bee , Spider , I liue to tosse and torture thee , Vse thee like Stock-fish , gill thee like a Sprat , Duck thee i' the Towne-ditch , like a Water-Rat , Make Iigges and Ballads of thy apish Toyes , For to be sung by thred-bare Fidlers Boyes : Yet to doe this , I shall but proue a Babie ; Thou hast disgrac'd thy selfe as much as may be . Thou Barrabas of all humanitie , Base slanderer of Christianitie , Know that I am a Christian , and am borne Better then thy best Kindred , I le be sworne : How thy own tongue thy breeding doth display , By Pedlers French , and Canting , Curds & Whay ; And I le approue it to thy foule disgrace , Thou art sprung from basenesse ; I , from Gentries Race : Which to make good , my Parents yet doe liue , And each day at their Table food doe giue To better men then thou ; mishapen slaue : Thus beare thy slanders with thee to thy graue . If I at Grauesend rim'de for foureteene pence , For 12. pence thou hast row'de that voiage since : Allow it were no more ; I bor't away With better credit then thou didst thy Play . Thy enuie is not worth the speaking of ; The more thou raylst at me , the more I laugh : I scorne to begge ( as thou dost ) Poets phrases To raise my name ; let Merit sing my praises : For were they meaner then thy own desert , They were the worse where thou shouldst sing a part : Thou dost but thinke there 's nothing good in me ; But I am sure there is much lesse in thee . That hate thou bear'st me , prethee beare me still , My good with enuie all thy veines shall fill , Vntil they swell and burst thy angrie gall : Then if I liue , I will lament thy fall ; And on thy graue this Epitaph bestow , For to be read for either friend or foe .

Epitaph . HEre lyes a Carkasse in this Graue , Who while he liu'd , would rayle and raue ; Borrow his wit from others worth , And in his owne name set it forth : He row'de from Tyber to the Thames , And there his tongue himselfe proclaimes The luster of all Watermen , To row with Scull , or write with Pen. O , had he still kept on the Water , And neuer come vpon Theater , He might haue liu'de full merrily , And not haue di'de so lowsily . O , 't was that foolish scuruie Play At Hope that tooke his sence away : Yet he to blot out all his shame , Imputes the fault on Fennors name ; And rayl'de at him like a mad bodie ; Liu'de a bare Foole , di'de a base Noddie . But if you 'le know what was his name , I willingly will shew the same : No Land-Poet , nor Sea-Saylor , But a poore Sculler , call'd Iohn Taylor : And had not Hate this Wonder slaine , He would haue liu'de a Knaue in graine . Thus Iack thou seest what friendship I would do , Garnish thy Graue out with a verse or two : But yet thou art aliue , and I surmise Thou wilt not die till Crowes pecke out thy eyes . I de wish thee sayle vnto some foraine Places , Where they haue neuer heard of thy Disgraces : The Baramoodes Toung thou dost professe ; The name of Poet there thou may'st possesse : There spread thy Pamphlets , make them vnderstand Thou art the chiefest Poet in that Land . Thou sayst my Pate a mint of Lyes can forge ; Indeed t' has wit ynough thy lyes to scourge : For I was neither ridde South , North , nor East , But into Warwikeshire , direct Northwest : Nor did I thither ride , to shunne thy Play , But 't was my Fathers will call'd me away ; And for th' obedience that he in me found , He gaue me his blessing , with a hundred pound . Then Sculler know , that was no Tinkers gift , Nor had I need for thy poore Crowne to shift : But he that told thee I was gone in t' Kent , Spoke halfe as true as thou dost , lies inuent . But see how Enuie in thy heart doth trot , Thou grieu'st that I a poore mans Pardon got ; Is thy eye euill then , 'cause mine is good ? Or wouldst thou stop my Fountaine with thy mud ? No ; spight of thee , thou Canniball to man , I will not cease to doe what good I can : Nor doe I looke for Siluer for my meede , When poore men want , if I can helpe their neede : For though thou raylst on me at the Beare garden , Rather then see thee hangd , I de beg thy Pardon ; Although it cost me more the suing forth In readie money then thy Boat is worth : So much I tender Man , though bred by Nature , As being Image of his high Creator : But thou that of mans Life art no esteemer , What mercie canst thou hope from thy Redeemer . Say I had wrongd thee , thou good-names betrayer , Thou call'st for Vengeance in thy Sauiors prayer : I will not say so , but it doth appeare , Thou scarce dost say thy prayers once a yeare : Thou must forgiue , if thou wouldst be forgiuen ; For if thou fear'st not Hell , nere hope for Heauen . Thou dost accuse the King as well for Graunts As men for Sutes : But leaue these bitter taunts , And learne in time , blacke tayle of insolence , To arme thy heart with Christian patience . Thus haue I answered all thy false Alarmes : Now it remaines for me to blaze thy Armes ; For thou hast falsely set vp mine in blue ; Wherefore I meane to haue a bowt with you . Thy Heraldrie shall not out-strip my braine , But I le deuise as good for thee againe : And first ; because all Sculls thou dost excell , A siluer Oare will for thy Crest doe well , A paire of Armes bound in a sable Scarffe , In a sad field , as large as Wapping Wharffe , Out of the water shall appeare one dead , A Halter and a crosse-barre ore his head ; And on his Shield this Motto shall be found , Taylor the Sculler was both hangd and drownd . In all this blazing thee , no hurt I meane , But hang thee till the Tide haue washt thee clean : And when the billowes ore thy head are flowing , And AEolus 'gainst Neptunes brow is blowing , And Oares & Sculs aboue thy crosse-barre sailing , There is great hope thou wilt forget thy rayling . Thus haue I answered thee in three dayes space , And yet my Penne ranne but an ampling pace : Thus much I mildly write , in hope 't wil mend thee ; If not , the Thames or Wapping shore wil end thee . And last , to shew what course I would direct thee , Vse honestie , from Tiborne to protect thee . Thine more then thou desirest , Will : Fennor , his Maiesties Riming Poet.

To my kinde Friends in generall . NOw you haue read , and vnderstand my mind , I hope your wonted fauors I shall finde , In spight of rayling basenesse , whose lewd toungs Are Sathans Instruments for slanderous wrongs . Sure I haue satisfied your expectation , And vsde the Sculler in his owne vocation : But if you thinke my Answere ouer-milde . Know this ; I would not haue my tongue defilde With such vnciuile tearmes , much lesse my Pen , Which now giues satisfaction to all men Of Truth ; I will auouch , in spight of ill , My Answere was set vp in Taylors Bill Falsely , without my Knowledge or consent : Then was not that a cause sufficient , To giue my purpose suddaine alteration , When I was plai'd the Knaue with in that fashion . But though we could not then meet face to face , I hope my Penne hath followed him apace : If I be not deceiu'd , it hath out-stript him , And spight of all his rods in pisse , 't ath whipt him , And made his howling hollow voice to rore ; Yet for your loues , I le giue him one lash more .

FENNORS finall Fare-ill to TAYLOR , With his blue Bitch and Cods bellie . BLadder of Enuie , one word more with you ; I must hunt out your Bitch , of Azure hue : You that at Roterdam haue Spies to houer , And in Cods bellies transport Slanders ouer , And without Licence belcheth them abroad , 'T were fit she should be searcht to see her Loan : For in her Head , her Bellie , and her Crookes , I doubt there wil be found some dangerous Books : For he that vndertooke this Worke for thee , Perhaps prints Romish Doctrine for a fee ; Or Matters preiudiciall to the State ; Or things Schismaticall , to breed debate . If it be found so ; spight of your Reuenge , You and your Bitch may in a Halter swinge , And your Cods bellie starue for want of water : To you all three I doe commend this Satyre , And to my Countrey all my loue and skill , To roote out all such instruments of ill .

FINIS .