Come bring in Maye with me my Maye is fresh and greene: (a subiectes harte, an humble mind) to serue a mayden Queene. A discourse of rebellion, drawne forth for to warne the wanton wittes how to kepe their heads on their shoulders.

¶ A discourse of Rebellion , drawne forth for to warne the wanton wyttes how to kepe their heads on their shoulders . A Cyuill warre , doth God and man abhorre , Hit staynes the ayre , and blots the earth with bloud Hit is a plague , a pestlence botch and soore , that eates vp Realmes , as worme consumes the wood . Hit venom castes , as farre as Nilus flood , Hit poysoneth all , it toucheth any wheare , Hit is of kinde , much worsse then horses heare . That lyes in donge , where on vyle Serpents brede Rebellion first , sprang out of vipers sede , And nourisht was , in naughtie canckred minde , a lothsome lodge , for diu'lish geasts we finde . ¶ You subiectes all , beware that snakish beast , Which swels lyke toode , & borsts in sonder streight , Beware ye come , not neare that Adders neast , That heads & harts and bowells stings by sleight . Great fame you winne , in countreis cause to feight Great shame you get , with Rebelles for to hold , Great plagues therof in Bookes you see enrold . Great wracke & ruen , domestike braules do bring , They want no skourge , that striues against a king For right shall raigne , and rule as reason ●hoes , And sway the sword , in spight of secret foes . ¶ Eche other griefe , is heald with plaisters fyne , This findes no salue , so deepe the corzye goes , With stayned handes , and blouddye staringe eyne This Monster great , in furye puffes and bloes : The source & sea , from whence all mischeife floes . And yet the Lord , that sittes aboue the starres , Brings them to naught , that seketh Ciuill warres The best reward , that euer Rebelles found . Was Tiborne threed , and hempen halters round , Or elles a choppe , of churlish botchers are , That with one bloe , ends all their beste knacks . ¶ Ambishious men , that still desires to clyme , Sediciously , do seke to pole and shaue , And naked birdes , when beggry is in prime , Do snatch for shroud , on foules that fethers haue . Rebellion thus , with paynted vizage braue , Leads out poore soules ( that knowes not gold from glas ) Who beares the packe , and burthen lyke the Asse . And well awaye , a rufull tale to tell , Their fal & ruen , skarce warnes their neibors wel Sedicion is , a sicknes and a byell , Whose breakinge out , bringes people in exyle . ¶ Desire of change , in thinges we present féele , Breedes flitting thoughts , of follies new to come , And rouling minds , that turnes like spining whels Hath great desire , to here the Forraine dromme . And whiles the Bee , in brainsick head doth homme On mad deuise , the idell man is lett , Then all is fishe , that fal●s in fyshers nett . That knack séems good , that knau'ry much made of That right made wrong , that earnest made a skoff That ty●ell true , that sta●e starke staring nought , And eche mans cace in cruell question brought . ¶ Unbrideled will , to spoyle and hauoke rons , And headlong hales , the hastie wittes awrye : And subiectes soe , the true obedience shones , And falles in flame , as doth the feble Flye , But when in felde , a while these wodcockes lye , The Princes power , their conscience pricks so fast That courrage fayles , and home they ron at last . Then sute with teares , for Pardons do they make , And so lyke beastes , mens harts do feare and quake God strikes that stroke , & plukes stout stomaks downe And with stiffe arme , stayes vp a rightful Crowne . ¶ Infect the brest , with breatch of promise dew , The mind makes place , to lodge ech branch of vice Forsake old troeth , and fall to fancies new , Familier fayth throw fondnes wareth nice . Who takes delight , to cogge and foyst the Dice , And nosled is , in cutthrote shiftes a while , Leaues all true playe , and pastime in exile . When practise proud , takes place in people mild , The Ciuill swaine groes sauege rude and wilde . And when madde horsse , in teeth doth brydell take , He plongeth oft , the riders backe to shake . ¶ Breake fayth and loue , & drawe a strangers yoke Mans folly spreades , abrode lyke sparkes of fyer : And doth great harme , yet makes but littell smoke , Tyll all our pomp , be tombled in the myer . O Britayne bloud , marke this at my desire , If that you sticke , together as you ought , This lyttle yle , may set the world at nought . If no then loke , for plague at Princes hand , Who here is plast , in peace to guide the land . Your wycked wills , shall come to no effect , For God shall saue , his choson and electe . ¶ Though Nuts do fall , that in the cluster grue , And goodly trées , would cleane forsake the barke : Yet may we not , bidde kyrnels all adue , Fresh buds wil blome , whiles stock hit selfe is stark Alas , wild heads , you know not well your marke . You shoote amis , when Booe is drawen to eare , And brush the cloth , full sore against the heare . The yarne in frame , will neuer cotten well , Whiles foule abuse , in weauers webb doth dwell . Troth tryes out all , & shall throw time be knowne , when Rebelles craft , shall cleane be ouerthrowne . ¶ In dede t is good , to draw one yoke and lyne , The house long stands , that wone good ground doth beare , But for to drink , the dreggs in sted of wine : Is madnes sure , and goeth against the heare . Swete Appells passe , the parings of the Peare , One parfect dish , well seasoned as hit ought , Is better sure , then deynties derely bought , Knit fast the knotte , or els vntwyned threed In garments good , shall fayle the seame at néede . Shake setled tyles , from house and you shall see , That rafters great , and house can not agrée . ¶ Example make , but of the fagot nowe , Whose stickes fast bound , together long abydes : Plucke on sticke forth , and all the fagot throwe , In sunder shakes , and from the band hit slydes , Where banks do breake , there runneth out the tides Where Commons knit , in countreys cause & right There Kyngs find frendes , & foes are put to flight . Where subiects snarre , & seuerall wayes do drawe Ther god poures plagues , throw iustice of his law . Then rage bursts out , and brings in wrack & rune , And so swete strings , are wrested out of tune . ¶ Dyd Rome not rule , the world at wil long tyme , Tyll hatefull hartes , dyd stryue for paynted shoes : And hautie heads , sought further for to clyme , Upon the splene , then subiectes compos goes , ●n whose attemptes , a sore desention roes . For when throw wealth , & pride in ●arre they fell . Rome was not Rome , that state became an Hell , And Diuels swarmd , in seate where senates sate , And turned lawes , to strife and lewd debate : Wrong stept in place , and right was banish quite And mufled worlde , in mischeife toke delite . ¶ The head thus sicke , the members fell away , And euery one , the other still deceaues : The tree left bare , the sappe must nedes decay , The barke once gone , ther was no hope of leaues , The strawe infect , the cor●●e forsoke the sheaues . The hyue of Bees , burst out of hony come , The Common wealth , was banisht out of Rome . So long as lawes , the true loue knot dyd knit , In triumphtes great dyd worthy Romaines sit . So long as loue , in chaynes dyd lynke the land , In passing pomp , the Romaine state dyd stand . ¶ This Realme of ours , had neuer yet the foyle , Tyll sausye sleightes , had seuered sheepe from fold , And malice hote , in rusty brestes gan boyle , And lukers lust , for gayne his countrey solde ? Till reuell came , and stately stountnes bold , And set abro●ch , discord in euery shéere , The world we ruld , and liu'd lyke Princes héere . O English hartes , let this suffise I saye , To make you hate , Rebellion euery way . For if you do , in fury fyle your neast , You are much worsse , then senceles bird or beast . Finis . Quoth Churchyard .