An answere to maister Smyth seruaunt to the kynges most royall maiestye, and clerke of the Quenes graces councell though most unworthy / [by me a poore man ... W.G.] Gray, William. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A02062 of text S2985 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 12206A.3). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 8 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 2 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A02062 STC 12206A.3 ESTC S2985 29632447 ocm 29632447 28045 2240919375

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A02062) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 28045) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1861:7) An answere to maister Smyth seruaunt to the kynges most royall maiestye, and clerke of the Quenes graces councell though most unworthy / [by me a poore man ... W.G.] Gray, William. 1 sheet ([2] p.). Imprinted at London by me Rychard Bankes/cum priuilegio ad imprimandum solum. And to be solde in Pater noster rowe by John Turke/at the sygne of the Rose, [London] : [1540] In verse. Includes marginal notes in Latin. Statement of responsibility found at end of p. [2]. Publication date from STC (2nd ed.). Reproduction of original in the Society of Antiquaries. eng Smyth, Thomas, -- servaunt to the Quenes most excellent Majestie. Ballads, English. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 16th century. eebo An answere to maister Smyth seruaunt to the kynges most royall maiestye, and clerke of the Quenes graces councell though most unworthy [by me a poore Gray, William 1540 2 1223 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2004-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2004-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-10 Sampled and proofread 2004-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-01 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
An answere to maister Smyth seruaunt to the kynges most royall maiestye . And clerke of the Quenes graces counsell / though most vnworthy . Whether ye trolle in or els trolle out ye trolle vntruly / loke better about . WHere as of late two thinges ye parused Concerning the treason of Thomas Crumwell Vndoutedly both your wyt and your syght were confused Lackyng a medecyne / blyndnesse to expell Put on your spectacles and marke it well Than shall you se / and say / maugre your hart That trolle in / hath played a true subiectes part ❧ For where as trolle a way ( as ye say ) tolde trouth Declaring the offences / wherin Crumwell offended It was not the thyng / wherwith troll in was wroth For in that poynt / Troll in / Troll away commended But this was the mater / wherfore they contended Trolle away / vnder pretence of trollyng against treason Practised proude popery / as appereth by reason . ☞ And ye supporting the same / your pen runneth at large Boldly as blynde bayerd / ye write in his defence And in your myscheuous maner / ye lay falsly to my charge Sayeng / who that craftely coloureth any others offence Of lykelyhode in his owne hert / hath the same pretence But here ye speke of lykelyhode / and so blyndly go by gesse your fondnesse is the folyssher / and my faute is the lesse . An horse beyng nothing galled / of force ye may make to kycke With spurryng and with prickinge / more than reason wolde requyre But if the horse were lustye / coragious and also quycke ye might be the fyrst perchaunce / that might lye in the myre As wyse as ye / haue ben drowned in their owne desyre Many a man / anothers mischefe / of malyce wyll prepare And yet him selfe the fyrst / that is caught in the snare . Bycause of making stryfe ( ye say ) ye wyll take neither parte But here ye breke promyse / for agaynst all reason and right Ve illi per qem scandalum uenit , Luce , xvij . Speking with your mouth / that you thinke not with your harte Agaynst trolle in / ye take trolle awayes parte / with all your myght Thus all thinges lyghtly that ye make / amonge them selues do fyght Wherfore whatsoeuer ye write or saye / gretly it shall not skyll For if ye speke any thing wysely / I thinke it be agaynst your wyll . But blyndly haue ye sclaundred me / good maister Thomas Smyth Scraping togither scriptures / your madnesse to mayntayne Truly your rude rowsty reason / being so farre from the pyth Had nede of suche a cloke / to kepe it from the rayne For all the worlde may perceyue / how falsly ye forge and fayne Yet styll you affyrme your falshed / as though ye knew thinges presysely Christes blessyng on your hert / forsoth ye haue done full wysely . Ye rumble amonge the scryptures / as one that were halfe mad Wrestyng and writhyng them / accordyng to your owne purpose Facyonyng and framyng them / to your sayenges good and bad Lyke as the holy Papystes / were wont to paynt their popysshe glose Do ye take the holy scripture to be lyke a shypmans hose ? Nay nay / although a shypmans hose / wyll serue all sortes of legges yet Christes holy scrypture / wyll serue no rotten dregges . ☞ Counsell with some tayler / whan that ye wryte nexte Take measure of diuinyte / before ye cut the facyon So shall ye square your scryptures / and the better trym your texte And than shall men of lernyng / commende your operacyon But howe shulde he be connyng / that knoweth not his occupacyon Howe shuld a cobler cut a core / or a smyth tast good wyne Or how shulde you scarsely a clerke / be nowe a good deuyne ? ❧ What lyuyng man ( excepte it were you ) beynge in his right wyttes Wolde write as ye haue written / and all not worth a myte I thinke it be some peuysshe pange / that cometh ouer your hert by fyttes Vnder the coloure of charyte / to worke your cruell spyte If men wolde marke your madnesse / and beholde your deuelyssh delyte Shuld se how ye wrest the scriptures to your sayeng / not worth .ii. chippes And ioyne them all togither / as iust as Germans lyppes . Whan ye haue spytte your poyson / and sayde euen the worst ye can Than come ye in with charite / wyllyng all stryfe to cease But surely good maister Smyth / ye speke lyke a mery man Moche lyke a comen pyke quarell / that stryfe wolde encrease Continually cryeng in frayes / holde / kepe the kynges pease But those be prety peace makers / in dede for euery daye That styll bestowe mo strokes / than they that began the fraye . ☞ What wyse man wolde not laugh / for to here you bragge and boste Of your name / your seruyce / of your offyce and all this gere Qui se laudat stercore coronabit , As though ye were prymrose perelesse / and a ruler of the roste By the declaryng wherof / ye thinke to put pore men in fere But your braggyng and your bostyng / shall neyther be here nor there As longe as I may indifferently / be suffred to vse my pen ye shall neuer be able to face me out / with a carde of ten . ❧ A wyse man wolde haue praysed god / and than prayed for the kyng The which of their gret goodnesse / to your offyce dyd you call And not to haue bragged therof / and than put it out in printyng For ye stande not yet so sure / but it is possyble ye may fall And though your offyce be great / I trust your power be but small Or els parchaunce ye wold quickly thurst a poore man among the thornes But god almyghty prouydeth well to sende a shrewde cow short hornes . Christ preserue the kynges most noble grace / & sende him longe lyfe Euen Henry the eight ( next vnder god ) of this church / the hed supreme Christ preserue & kepe quene Katheryn / his most lawfull wyfe Christ preserue Prince Edwarde / the very right heyre of this realme Christ styll ensence their noble counsell / with the influence of heauen Christ for his tendre mercy / amende all thing that is a mys Christ sende maister Smyth more charite / whan his good pleasure is . Amen . W.G. ☞ By me a poore man whose herte if ye knewe Wolde be the kynges seruaunt as fayne as you .

Imprinted at London by me Rychard Bankes / Cum priuilegio ad imprimendum solum . And be to be solde in Pater noster rowe by John Turke / at the sygne of the Rose .

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