A Skeltonicall salutation, or condigne gratulation, and iust vexation of the Spanishe nation that in a bravado, spent many a crusado, in setting forth an armado England to invado. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A12302 of text S110989 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 22619). 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. 16 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 10 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A12302 STC 22619 ESTC S110989 99846428 99846428 11393 2240903033

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A12302) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 11393) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 551:12) A Skeltonicall salutation, or condigne gratulation, and iust vexation of the Spanishe nation that in a bravado, spent many a crusado, in setting forth an armado England to invado. [20] p. By Ioseph Barnes, and are to bee sold [by T. Cooke in London] in Paules Churchyeard, at the signe of the Tygres head, Printed at Oxford : 1589. English and Latin verse in John Skelton's style, on the Spanish Armada. Bookseller's name from STC. Signatures: A⁴ *² B⁴. Includes "A question annexed, touching our sea-fishe, nourished with Spanish bloud" and "Ad regem Hispanum". Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng Skelton, John, 1460?-1529. -- Parodies, imitations, etc. Armada, 1588 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo A Skeltonicall salutation, or condigne gratulation, and iust vexation of the Spanishe nation, that in a bravado, spent many a crusado, in setting fort [no entry] 1589 20 2464 4 0 0 0 0 0 16.23 C The rate of 16.23 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2002-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2002-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2002-08 Sampled and proofread 2002-08 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2002-10 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A SKELTONICALL SALVTATION , OR CONDIGNE GRATVLATION , AND IVST VEXATION OF THE SPANISHE NATION , THAT IN A BRAVADO , SPENT MANY A CRVSADO , IN SETTING FORTH AN ARMADO ENGLAND TO INVADO .

PRINTED AT OXFORD ●Y IOSEPH BARNES , and are to bee sold in Paules Churchyeard , at the signe of the Tygres head . 1589.

A SKELTONICAL salutation . O KING of Spaine Is it not a paine To thy heart and braine , And every vaine , To see thy traine For to sustaine Withouten game The worldes disdaine , Which doth dispise As toies and lies , With shoutes and cries Thy enterprise , As fitter for pies , And butter-flies , Then men so wise : O waspish King , Whers now thy sting , Thy dart , or sling , Or strong bow-string , That should vs wring , And vnderbring , Who every way , Thee vexe and pay , And beare the sway By night and day , To thy dismay , In battle aray , And every fray : O pufte with pride , What foolishe guide Made thee provide To over-ride This lande so wide From side to side , And then vntride , Away to slide , And not to abide , But all in a ring Away to fling : O conquering , O vanquishing With fast flying , And no replying , For feare of frying ! So hurt vs stil , As oft as you wil , So fight your fil , So shew your skil , So sincke vs , and sacke vs , So burne vs , and wracke vs , So cleaue vs , and cracke vs . And rent vs , and racke vs , Or if you wil remaine In Castile , or Spaine , And not venture againe , Our force to restraine , If you so it please , You shal take your ease , To cure your disease , You haue got by the scas . And though we be poore , We wil come to your shore , And knocke at your dore , As oft heretofore . And spare you the cost , Which of late you haue lost , When as you were tost , From piller to post , To your smal best . And cast on the sands , And many Ilandes , Into your enemies hands , And many a rocke , With many a knocke , For a laughing stocke , And a ieu , and a mocke . But who but Philippus , That seeketh to nip vs , To rob vs , and strip vs , And then for to whip vs , Would ever haue ment , Or had entent , Or hither sent , Such ships of charge , So strong and so large . Nay the worst barge , Trusting to treason , And not to reason , Which at that season , To him was geson , As doth appeare , Both plaine and cleare , To far and neere , To his confusion , By this conclusion , Which thus is framed , And must bee named Argumentum à minore , Cum horrore & timore . If one Drake o , One poore snake o , Make vs shake o , Tremble and quake o , Were it not trow yee , A madnes for me , To vndertake , A warre to make , With such a lande , That is so mande , Wherein there be Of certainty , As hungrie as he Many a thousand more , That long full sore For Indian golde , Which make men bolde ? But you were blinde , As now you finde , Till in your kinde You haue well tasted Howe you are wasted , With all your bragges , Gennets , and nagges , And mony bagges : Whereof the most The Irish cost , As a good host , Doth now possesse , With thankefulnesse , And can no lesse , Than the time blesse , That you set out , And came about , With all your route , So proude and stoute . But wo to the heart , That feeling smart , For iust desart , Groweth worse and worse , And God doth curse , And cannot repent , But keepeth entent , Come sixe , or seven , Come hell , or heaven , To vndertake , With al he can make , A new invasion , At the Popes perswasion . But Spaniard proud , The Lorde hath voude He will defend , Vnto the end , His Church and sheepe , That his law keepe . Wherefore to be short , I thee exhort , For thine owne comfort , If witte thou haue , Thincke him a knaue , That doth advise Such an enterprise : For in this cause , Our Faith and Lawes , We will sell our liues , Our landes , and wiues , Too deere for thee , When soever it be , And ere it be long , Make thee sing a song , Of O si scivtssem , Me continuissem , Et non fecissem . But now Pope blisse him , And Mydas kisse him , And so I dismisse him , To his good Physition , Master Inquisition , By whose disposition , He taketh the diet , That will him disquiet , And turne vp-side downe , ( Which woulde make a man frowne ) Both kingdome , and crowne , And fame and renowne , And so sirs valete , Et vobis cavete , A medicis ignaris , Chirurgis avaris , Meretrice Romana , Insulsa , & insana , Et factione Guisiana . Except you be so expert , That you can convert , At your own pleasure , Which were a great treasure , The Lutheran seas , Which doe you displease , To be of your faction , And ioine in your action . Or some way can finde , To master the winde , Or else so to binde , That it be to your minde , And then regnate , Et praegaudio cacate , Per omnia monasteria monachorum .
A Question annexed , touching our sea-fishe , nourished with Spanish bloud . BUT now must I call My contrymen al , And you Scotsmen tall , And Irish rugges , That were such ●ugges , To the Spanishe pugges , As never were seene , With your skeynes so keene , So bright and cleen . To tel you a surmise , That of late did rise , Which is to advise , With the learned , and , wise Whether for this yeare , It were not best to forbeare , On such fish to feede , Which our coast doth breede , Because they are fedde , With carcases deade , Here and there in the rockes , That were ful of the pockes . For physitions hold , As I am tolde , Such is our blood , Either bad or good , In each degree , As our alimentes be : Whereupon at this season , Some make this reason , Sith our cods , and our cunger , Haue filled their hunger , With the heades , and feete , Of the Spanish fleete , Which to them were as sweete , As a goose to a foxe . And seeing the poxe , Possessed each carkasse , From the slaue to the Marquesse , No man can avoide , But he may be anoide , If hee make them his meate , Be they little or great : Except by some correction , Or holesome confection , And by art they be so vsed , That they neede not be refused . Wherein the counsell , Of those that can tell , And in learning excell , Woulde doe verie wel . But if you enquire , Of masse-priest , or frier , To heare what they wil chatter Concerning this matter , They wil answere anon , And sweare by Saint Iohn , That every one , Of the fleete that is gone , Was holy and good , Both in flesh and blood . And therefore obiect , That they could not infect , Neither fish , nor seas , With any disease . But leaue to the myre , Both priest , and frier , Or else to the fire , For each is a lyer . And touching the question , Know this that disgestion . Wheresoever it be found , In thinges that be sound , Is of such operation , That it maketh separation . Of the bad from the best , And never doth rest , Vntil in the ende , It doth cleane away send , That which doth offend . And what can be found , Either simple or compounde , Then a fish more sound' : Then doubt not I pray you , Let nothing dismay you , Or trouble , or fray you , If fish be wel drest , And your stomackes not oppred , You neede them not detest , Howsoever they are fedde , Or wheresoever they are bred . For both frogs and snailes , And mallardes and quailes , Though on poison they feede , And many a weede , And dangerous see de , Both to man and beast : Yet sith they them disgest , They doe no man harme , Be they colde or warme . Wherefore as is saide , Be no more afraide , On sea-fish to feede , If them thou loue or neede . But now I heare one say , This question might stay , As needelesse and vaine , Because it is plaine , That the Devil of hell , Loved Spaniards so well , That he carried them all , Both great and small , Either dead , or quicke , Through thinne and thicke . Both body , and soule , To his pinnefole , And the place appointed , For the Popes anointed . FINIS .
AD REGEM HISPANVM . Cum tua non fuerint heroica facta Philippe , Risu digna cano carmine ridiculo .
Ad Hispanum . QVI regis Hispanos Superbos , & Vanos , Crudeles , & insanos Multùm aberrasti , Cum tuos animasti , Et bellum inchoasti Contra Anglos animosos , Fortes , & bellicosos , Nobiles , & generosos . Qui te cxcitavit , Proculdubiò deliravit , Et te fascinavit . Nam omnes sperabant , Qui te amabant , Ideoque juvabant , Multùm te valere , Viribus & aere , Hisque respondere Animum generosum , Caput tuum annosum , Et pectus animosum . Sed nunc cernentes , Et conspicientes , Licet do lentes , Omnes tuas copias Redactas ad inopias , Migrasse ad Vtopias , Stupent , & mirantur , Plurimùm vexantur , Et penè exanimantur . At Angli , & Germani , Qui sunt Antihispani , Et omnes mente sani , De tuâ ruinâ , Quâ paenâ divinâ , Turbaris ad ima , Valde laetantur , Et exhilarantur , Sibique gratulantur , Quod stultitia detecta , Vitua rejecta , Et re infecta , Ignominiam nactus , Es in fugam actus , Et funditus fractus , Post tantos clamores , Sumptus , & labores , Mundique terrores , Sed vestros errores . Non sapuisti , Inquiunt isti , Quando cecinisti , Ante victoriam , Falsam victoriam , Et plane ingloriam : Anglos superatos , Prorsus subjugatos , Et ad vnum enecatos , Cum contrà conspectis Hostibus , & detectis , Animis dejectis , Illico trepidantes , Et minime ovantes , Vt animas exhalantes , Ob ignis horrorem , Qui vobis pavorem , Incussit , & timorem , Fuga matura , Per maria obscura , Aspera & dura , Vobis consuluistis , Vt bene novistis , Probeque meministis , Licet sine bonore , Non sine rubore , Mundique stupore . O Angliae eversores , O praeclari victores , O promeriti honores ! Sic saepe redite , Quoties libet venite , Et Anglos punite . Sic operam impendite , Sic agros divendite , Et sic naves incendite . Quis vnquam cogitasser , Nisi ipsa confirmasset Res , & probasset , Patres tam acutos , Subtiles , & astutos , Calidos , & nasutos , Vel prorsus neglexsisse , Aut parum advertisse , Aut non satis persensisse , Argumentum a minore , Quod suo summo cum honore , Magnoque vestro cum dolore , Draco vobis nectebat , Cum vos vt decebat , Pro meritis affligebat , Cum vobiscum disputabat , Vrbes expugnabat , Et singula vastabat . Nam si ab vno Dracone , Pusillo homuncione , Tanquam a crabrone , A vobis excitato , Paucis stipato , Et vix armato , Ica estis icti , Vexati , & afflicti , Superati , & victi . Non erat sapientis , Compotis mentis , Aut dialecticam callentis , Angliam oppugnare , Et ridiculè irritare , Quae potest suppeditare , Non paucos Dracones , Plurimos scorpiones , Et innumeros crabrones , Quorum nullus recusabit , Aut Hispanum declinabit , Cum res ipsa postulabit : Sed se virum vult praestare Tam per terram , quàm per mare , Vbi libet provocare : Licet Domini inquisitores , Evangelij osores , Et patriae proditores , Cum antesignano Suo Romano , Et Antichristiano , Ista ridebunt , Pro fabulis tenebunt , Et pro joco habebunt , Quia sunt elati , Tumidi , & inflati , ●t prorsus excaecati . Verùm hoc lugete , Vlulate & flete , Trepidate , & timete , Vivere virunculum , Valere homunculum , Et strenuum Dracunculum , Quem Deus excitauit , Ab vtero segregavit , Et in hoc educavit , Vt manum extendar , Ecclesiam defendat , Et vobis rependat Sanguinem sanctorum , Nec non Indorum , A vobis occisorum , I● jam arma prendere , Naves conscendere , Et ad vos contendere . Et sic ô Rex valeto , Mihique praebeto , Aurès , & caveto , A fundo , & lapillo , Sagitta , & bacillo , Draconis pusillo , Ne te cogat plorare , Palinodiam cantare , Et turpiter exclamare , Ob amissos honores , Sumptus , & labores , Et Indiae cultores , O si scivissem , Aut saltem credidissem , Me continuissem , Nec Papam amassem , Nec filium necassem , Nec Deum irritassem : Et tunc te accusabunt , Salsè subsannabunt , Et haereticum clamabunt , Examina monstrorum , Turba monachorum , Fratrum , & sororum , Et omnium Deorum Deo exosorum , Per omnia secula seculorum . FINIS .