A playn and fynall confutacion: Of cammells corlyke oblatracion

¶ A playn and fynall confutacion : Of cammells corlyke oblatracion . YE vpright men whiche loues the light , whose heartes be voyd of gyle : condemne no cause till trueth be tryed , gyue eare and lyst a whyle . And marke my tale from poynt to poynt , let no worde skip vnskande : And heare them with indiffrent eares , and way them as they stande . Fyrst laye asyde affeccion blynd , for trueth my cause must pleade , let nether foe nor fayned frend , this matter Iudge nor reade . And then I trust to clere my selfe , and Cammell cleane confound : that blowes the trompet of defame , which geues vnsertayn sound . The tune wherof semes yet full straunge , so boystous is the blast : but quiet calmes settes forth still windes , when stormes be gon and past ▪ Whiche quyet time I wish to haue , that I may be well harde : and then I hope this vypars byrde , shall haue his iust rewarde . That forgeth fautes and seeketh holes , to crepe and steale therin : and flattereth for no other cause , but fame or gayne to winne . What thinkes this man he hathe more witte , and learning in his head : than hathe fyue thousand other men , that ( Dycarres dreame hath read . Or thinkes he that I am so rashe , to run so far from square : or that I make suche obscure thinges , that I dare not declare . Than is he blynde and very fond , and scarce him selfe doeth know : let him loke on his booke agayne , his rule is nothinge so . To you I speak frend Camell now , which wresteth ryght to wrong : you saye you haue ben kept at schole , in soothe I thinke not longe . Your master did but stroke your head , he did forbeare the rodde : I dout he did not teache you well , howe you should feare your God . For if he had you would haue stayed , to wryte agaynst this dreame : to spye a mote within my eye , synce in yours is a beame . Yf you might sitte and iudge my cause , I should soone feele your worst : but God forbyd there were long hornes , on beastes that would be corst . I call you beast because you sayde , here goeth the beast abrode : the beast will turne you gage a grote , yf he be prickte with goade . Now turne syr beast and come aloft , fling not for fear of whip : in dede it is a monstruse thing , to see a camell skippe . You say you shoke me by the sleue , than rubde I your gall backe : yf I know howe to do you good , my healpe you should not lacke . We Iompe in leasse , ye gab syr beast , I am but one alone : but I can proue ( O beaw Camew ) that you are moe then one . My surreioynder doeth declare , this dreame was for the best : and yet you crye , a bandye ho at tenues thus ye ieste . What can you laye vnto my charge , of malyce or of hate : since I do wyshe that euery wyght , shulde walke in his estate . This verse you hyppe , and yet it standes , next that when rex doeth rayng : bothe these be good and godlye to , here shall I showe you playne . But as I sayde , out of fayre flours , the spyder poyson takes : and yet the Bee doeth feede thereon , and therewyth hony makes . I do compare this spyder nowe , to you whiche so appeeres : for that you run a patheles way , to leade me in the breerres . Wheare fynde you this that dreames can haue , any effect at all , be not they fancies of the hed , and so wyse men them call , Why do you wryte against a dreme , whiche hath a small effect , why turn you yt to meanyng leawde , to brynge it in suspect , You ment no more but me to lerne , so ●ou wolde you excuse : Syr yf you mynde to kepe a frynde , 〈◊〉 ●ot your frynde so vse . You bragge you of your master muche when you to skoole dyd goe : You sayde ye learnd your duetye well , good syr it seemes not soe . To serue the kyng and praie for hym , I learnde as well as you : to loue hym leall for concyens sake this lesson well I knew . His councell eeke for to obaye , my duety learnes me too : and with ther matters not to mell , nor therin haue to do . This lesson hetherto I kept , and shall here after kepe : tyll I to earth retorne agayn , where fleshe and fell must sleepe . What is the cause you answerde not , to that whiche I wrott last : You do conclude muche lyke a thefe , whiche is condemnde and cast . For at the barre he prateth long , and can no reason shew : to clere hym selfe and saue his lyfe whan trueth doeth hym orethrow . So you althoughe with matter now , I do you styll assault : yet with great shame you are content , to yelde vnto your fault . I wrate more thynges than one or two , yet reade them ons agayn : I do perceyue a lyttell thyng , wyll soone orecom your brayne . You haue sought councell fourteen daies , it seemes that you dyd dreame : or els ye thought to run awaie , into som other realme . But now I heare a sodayn sownde , the beast begyns to braye : it is muche like a camels voyce , that dwels in syn they saye . Be as be may you say your felfe , ye byd me foet it well , why will the beast now lead the daunce , with beasts I will not mell . But wheare you saie , I when out whens , aboue eala a note , you gront and groen from gammuth farre , I dare you gage my cote . Sins you will put me to my trompe , with a false carde of ten , marke howe iustice shall ioyn to trueth , I will make large this when . Note . Though iustice doeth belonge to Rex , whose sworde puts that in vre , yet euery iustice vnder him , is not so iust and pure . Because there be knightes of the post , whiche wil them selues forswere , and fained troeth will forge a tale , sometymes in iustice eare . And worke suche wiles , iustice to blynde , and make him credit lies suche crafty mistes these men can cast , before true iustice eies . Thoughe iustice of him selfe is pure , and clean deuoide of crime , yet false witnes may alter him , and chaunge his minde somtime . The faut therof is not in hym , he woulde fayn ioyn to truthe : But flatteryng faith , may him corrupt , alas the more is ruthe . Whan truth is forman of the quest , and right shall vardyt gyue , Than iustice shall ioyn still to truthe , and so together liue . Thus is this when made manifest , truely as I it ment , and yet it was full plain before , to euery true entent . Here haue I waide what iustice is , to whom it dothe pertain , who swayes the sworde , who dothe decree , here haue I set out plain . Now staye a while , and marke this when , which you call principa●l , and is the beast among the rest , and standeth last of all . Note . When Rex doth reign ( And ) rule the rost , a coniunction copulatiue , your master taught you not to knowe , coulde he suche thinges discriue ? Now Rex doth rayne whom god preserue , in long life on vs here , and sende him rule the rost him selfe , as prince withouten pere . That he may fynde those secrete slighes , whiche now in cornets lye : And suche as do abuse his lawes and liue so wickedlie . It semes they lyue as they delight , and leane not to his lore : Bycause he doth commende them lawes and they passe not therfore . Howe doth the master of the schole , his schollers rule and tame : whan he dothe geue preseptes and rules , and none doth kepe the same . How doeth the kyng his people rule , let this be better wayde : whan he doeth geue them lawes and actes and none of them obeyde . For thoughe that Rex do tayne and rule , as I beleue in dede : yet dothe not he for mercy grete , the wicked all ●ute wede . And like as God is mercifull , so doeth our kyng in dede : ●n●we and folowe in his steppes ( whom God defende and spede . ) His Iustice is to ponishe sinne , with death and payne extreme : which is most godly exercisde and so doeth shewe and seme . Yet yf all those that do offende , shoulde haue suche punyshmente : what man is liuing nowe a dayes , that shoulde escape vnshente ? But folowyng the exa●mple o● , the Lorde and kynge of kynges : dothe often su●●er vs vnkynde , in vyle and greuous thynges . Because he woulde ( as it doethe seme , so mercifull and deare : ) bee rather loued then obeyed , for only dreade and feare . And thys hys mercye godly mente , doothe make vs worse in dede : as scollers when they lacke the rodde , do lyue withouten drede . But when he sha●l begynne agayne , to punyshe wyckednes : whiche is hys iustyce ( or more playne , ) to vs but ryghtousnes . Then folke ●or feare ( but not for loue , ) shall better ende theyr lyfe : as horses whipte ye then for feare shall stynte and cease oure stryfe . Wherfore yf euery kyng th●s daie whyche oughte in dede to raygne : do raygne and rule the rost and weede , the wicked oute full playne . Then haue they welthe withouten stryfe , whyche God geue vs ryght sone : that all oute wyckednes were paste , and dredfull dayes were done . If Dy●ar sayde , when Rex doth raygne , and all men doe obey : how could you Camell , thus conclude ? he raygneth not to daye . Note . Or if he sayd , when Christ is God , and you a faythfull man : would ye conclude ●rgo , ( to him , ) he is not God now than . Wherfore in Rex do raygne and rule , as I beleue he doeth : and I beseche almyghtye God , he maye do longe in sothe . Yet 〈◊〉 you take a nother poynte , conteyned in thys when : when Rex ●oeth raygne and rule the roste , and wedes oute wycked men . You muste not harken halfe the tale , and leaue the reste behynde : for than in dede you do amysse , and fayne woulde quareles fynde . You Redde in faythe muche lyke the nunne omnia probate : and 〈◊〉 not the other syde quod bonum est tenete . Redde you no more but Rex doeth raygne , and lefte the reste vnspyed : is there not ( ●oo ) and rule the roste , the sentence is so tyde . And wede oute wicked worldly men , the spotted from the cleane : whose vyce infectes the chosen lambes , lo thus did Dicar meane . He do●bted not but Rex doethe raygne the truethe it selfe dothe showe : but yet he thoughte it good to wede , oute wycked men I trowe . And thus I say did Dycar dreame , the sence doeth playnly tell : yf vpryght eyes and righteous mindes , do loke and skan him well . If you shulde ben●y iudge I se , and deme my dremynge thus I shulde haue but short curtesy , and you my cause discus . But god hath sawed your hornes so short , no great hurt do you can , he made you nether lord nor iudge , nor skarse an honest man . When Rex doth raygne and rule the rost , and out the wicked weede , than you and many other lyke , wold fyrst of all precede . But where you set a snare and net , for these that well intende : to shewe what is the very cause , of euill and the ende . There you your self ▪ and if it were , applied well in frame , as he hath ment ) shulde certainly be catched in the same . What if I shuld cast furth the bone , you thought to choke me with : perhappes you may repent to late , you went so nie the pyth . Where is your lesson now become , you lernd so long ago , that spyde such faute in dicars dreme , and yet conceylde it so . Note . If it had raught to Iupiters seate , as you affirme in dede , you ought not it haue kepte so long , but straight it told with spede . Or if you thought you sawe the myst , that no man elles could skrie , there shuld no cause haue stopte you so , to tell it by and by . If dicars when , as true it is , be clere from blame and blotte , yet your offente is no whit lesse , by cause you thought it not . If ignoraunce had sayd a mysse , the same be my defence , yet wilfull ignoraunce in you , dothe pleade your great offence . Behold of god the rightuouse scourdge , that nowe a mydde the gryn : you layde to trappe the innocent your selfe is fallen therin . What say you nowe wise camelles caulfe , if rex wede wicked men , you shulde of right be tide to short , to peruerte dicars when . But tyll suche spiders be wede out , and all their cobwebes to , that sekes to trappe the sellye flies , as you begyn to do . The barnes I say that here do wonne , with in this bryttaine lande , shall byde alas those dredfull daies , and dicars dreme may stande . O Syr you toke my then in hand , wherwith my when I knit , where I perceyue your frantike head , begins an other fyt . Note Can you denie the plages of god , which he to vs hath sent ? and scourgeth vs for our great sinnes , from which we not repent . Doeth not the plowe man plowe his grownde , and laborith verey sore , the earth bringes forthe hys frute lykewyse , encreasyng more and more Doeth not the heauens gyue vs rayne , the watters gyues vs fyshe ? doeth not the counsell seeke oure welth , as well as we can wishe ? Do not they take great care and payne , all euelles to redresse , yes all these thinges doe worke as well , as mans tong can expresse . Yet though oure king do make good lawes , the earth bringes forth muche sede : tyll God will take his plage awaye , oure plenty shal be nede . Thus balefull barnes we be vnblyethe , and dreadfull dayes doe see : tyll gracious God of his goodnes , will helpe oure miserye . Within the towne wheare you doe dwell , you know no dred nor stryfe : than is it sure a paradise , I laye theron my lyfe . For I haue traueld here and theare , and sought this world full wide : to fynde a restyng quyet place , where I would fayn abyde . But in this wery pylgrimage , I neuer found such stay : nor suche a vertuous towne as Lyn , yf it be as you saye . Yf you haue done as muche in Lynne , as you in London haue : I thinke that all your neighbours woulde , sone wyshe you in your graue . For we were here in quyet all , vntyll you came to towne : sence that we could not liue in reast , for suche a contrey clowne . And Dauie Dicars dreame for soothe , was lowed of euery man : tyll you began youre wrangling riemes , to brall vpon his whan . Wherin you lost your honest name , you could not lose much more : thus are you put to open shame , and haue no thanke therfore . Go showe your councell one by one , what gayne you here haue got : * * Ad b●● to wal . Herman will helpe to rowe you hom , good syr nowe take your botte . Nowe trudge a waye feare gentyll beast , and kycke no more at me : and let them lyue in peace and rest , that thinkes no harme to the. Thus here I take my leaue from you , wishing for grace and healthe : to kepe my prince from all his foes , and eke the comon wealthe . Finis . ( ꝙ ) Thomas Churchyard .

Imprinted in Flet strit by Wyllyam Gryffyth , a lyttle aboue the condit at the syne of the Gryffyn .

¶ A Replicacion to Camels Obiection , If right or reason ▪ might moue you to speake , I wold not you blame , your malice to wreake : Or if your iudgement , were vpright and cleane , You wolde not so rudely construe what I meane . How should your folly , so plainly be knowne , If that your wisdome , abrode were not blowne . You byd me amende . whose life you know not , As though that in you , there were not a spot . A tale of a tubbe , you bragge and you brall . wherin you do rubbe your selfe on the gall . You touch not one poynt , wherof that I wrate . You leape ore the hedge , and seeth not the gate , I muse what you meane to discant and preache , Upon a plaine song , so farre past your reache . why Camell I say , wyl you needes be fyne , what wyll ye be knowne for a durty deuine . It seemes you are learned , past reason or wyt , Or els you coulde not , the marke so well hyt . You haue so good laten , you can want no pewter , Though ye are no foole , yet you are a newter . You writ like a clerke , ore seene well in Cato . Forgetting your name , which Therens cals Gnato . I can do no lesse , but shew what you are , Synce you ar a Daniell , darke dreames to declare Your knowledge is great , your iudgement is good , The most of your study ▪ hath ben of Robyn hood And Be●ys of Hampton , and syr Launcelet de lake , Hath tought you full oft , your verses to make : By sweete saint Benet , I swere by no foole . You are not to learne , you plyde well your scole . Your wyts are not breched , who list you to preeue , You flocke and you flout , and smils in your sleeue , I prayse you no more , lest you thinke I flatter , I must now retourne , to the pith of my matter , How can you well proue , that I do enuye , At any estate , be they low or hye ▪ Or that I spye fauts , in Iuppiters seate , why are you so mad , on me thus to bleate . It grees not , it cords not , it fyts not you say , That men shuld find faut , with gods that bere sway If plaine Dauy Dicar , with wise man be skande , He speaketh vprightly , I dare take in hande . I write not so rashly , but I rule my pen . In faith you mistake . Dauy Dicars , when , You take chauke for chese ▪ and day for darke night , Of like you are spurblinde , or ye loke not a right : Your purpose I know , you were in such care , Against this good tyme , your purs was fulbare . You thought to optaine , some garment or gift ▪ Then dyd you inuent , to make a foule shift . To flatter the Gods , & get a new cote , That made you to syng . so mery a note . You faine me like Iudas , you thinke me not so For if I were he , then you wold me know I beare not the bagge , that mai you rewarde But yet my good wyll , I pray you regarde You say that order , would haue eche degree , To walke in his calling : then how may this do . That you out of fraine , do blother and barke , So like a curre dogge , at euery good warke , Is this the order , that Camels doo vse ? Bicause you are a beast , I must you exscuse : A Camell , a Capon , a Curre sure by kynde . I may you well call , synce so I you fynde : Bicause you haue ratled and railed to mytche . Now giue me good leue , to claw you wher ye ytch And if that you thinke . I cubbe you to sore , Then giue me no cause , to scratch you no more . Holde this for certayn , and for a sure thing , The ofter you styrre me , the more I wyll styng . Syns that you wyll needes awaken my wyttes . I wyll seeke for you , both snaffuls and bittes . To holde in your head , and make you to rayne . And byte on the bridle , for angre and payne . Then will I deuise for you such a burthen , As long as you liue , you shall beare a lurden : A Camell by kinde , wyll beare more at once , Then .iii. great horses , picktout for the nonce . More meeter for you , to be in some stable , To beare heauy burthens , I thinke you more able Then being as you are , walking abrode , Your limmes ar well made , to carye a great lode : All beastes that be made for carte and cariage . Shuld leane to their labour , as man to his mariage with horses and Asses , you are well acquainted , Their maners in ordre , right wel you haue painted I dout of your shape , some monster you are , Bicause such a name , to me you declare . Your wordes and your workes , ar tokens right sure You ar some brute beast , in mans forme & picture . Right happy he were , that had you in charge , He shuld gaine moch money , to shew you at large what cause , or what toye , dyd trouble your mynde , To make you seeke fauts , wher non you can finde : Your instrument iarres , your myrth is not sweete , You play on false strungs , which thing is vnmeete Your eare is not good , you know no sweete sounde , You can not espie , where faut may be founde . So farre out of tune , I neuer hearde none , Nor so much past shame , nor yet so farre gone , As you in this case , God sende you to amende , which seekes to learnr me , to bow and to bende : Direct well your steppes , by order and lyne , And sclaunder me not , nor no workes of myne . In all my writinges , right honestly I ment . If thei be taken , to my true entent : Thei shall breede no strife , nor no error sowe . when truth shal be tryde , and vertue shall flow . Thus yet once to , when , againe I returne , Bicause that you seeme , against it to spurne , Untill this long , when , do well come to passe , This world shal be nought , & you shal be an Asse : Since you doo inuey , alle vice to maintaine , You shew that you haue , a folish light braine : God send you more wit , now kepe your head warme Or els the next winter , mai doo you some harme . Thus here I do ende , and rest for this time , Excepte you procure me , to make a new rime . Finis . Quod. Thomas Churchard .

Imprinted by Rychard Lant .

The Surreioindre vnto Camels reioindre . WHat lyfe may lyue , long vndefamde , what workes may be so pure , What vertuous thing , may fl●r●sh so , that fautles may endure : What things be past , or yet to come , that freely may reioyce , Or who can say he is so iust , he feares not sc●aundero●s to is voyce . This Sclaunderous peales , doth ●yng so loud , he soundes in euery eare , Whose craft can fayn such plesaunt tunes as truth wer present theare . But it is falshed , fraught with fraude , and syngs a no●e to hye , Though that he bring , some plesaunt p●ynts ▪ for to maintayn a lye . The s●mple wy●s , at soone ●egylde , through sclaunders sweete deccay● But those that knowes , such rishing ho●es , sh●l sone perce●ue the bayt . Unto whose ca●es , and iudgements ●●e , I ●oo commende my workes . To saue me from , the Serpents styng● 〈…〉 ●orkes . With healpe of truthe , I hope to ●ee the v●n●m● o● this 〈◊〉 . Orels I trust , in his owne turne , to cast him ●t the ●cast . Although he wher , his teeth at me , and strugs me ●●th his tong● , Yet with the iust , I am content , to learne to ●●ff●e wrong . Synce Princes peares , & kyngs themselues , their Actes & godly layes , Are sclan●dred oft , through ●uyl tonges , and blamed without cawes . Looke what is doone , and truly ment , to put things in good stay , Are wres●ed , &c crue●ted oft , by euyll tonges I say . The Preachers voyce ▪ which thre●neth wrath , the synfull to reduse ▪ Doth purchase ha●e , for tellyng truth : lo , this is mans abuse . The chylde doth blame , the byrchen rod , whose strypes may not desparde , Bicause his wyts ▪ vnto his welth , hath very small regarde . The wycked sort whose vice is knowne , by these which writes their lyues , Can not abyde , to heare their fauts , but styll against theym stryues . The horse , can not abyde the whyp , bicause it mends his pace , Thus eche thing hates , his punishment , we see before our face , Therfore I blame , this man the lesse , which sclaundreth me so mouch , And casteth venome ▪ lyke the Tode , bicause his faults I touch : What cause in me . what hate in him , what mattier hath he sought , Within this Dauy Dicars Dreame , which for the best ●as wrought . Unto the good it is not yll , nor hurtfull vnto none . 〈◊〉 vnto those , that lo●●es the lyght , it is no stumblyng stone . But those that stands , to watch a tyme , the innocent to spyll , May wrest the truth , cleane out of frame , & turne good thyngs to yll . Out or the sweete ▪ and fayrest floure the spydre poyson takes , And yet the B●e , doth feede theron , and therwith hony makes . The Caterpiller , sp●ls the fruit ▪ which God made for man● foode , The fly likewyse , wher he doth blow , doth styl more harm● than good . Thus may you see , as men doo take , the things wheron they looke , Ther may it turne , to good or bad , as they applye the booke . But euery man , to his owne worke , an honest meanyng hath , Orels those hasty , sclaunders tonges , might do good men moch s●ath . He feeles moch ease , that suff●● can , all thyngs as they doo hap , Who makes a pyt , for other men , may fall in his owne trap who flynges a stone at euery dogge , which barketh in the strete , Shall neuer haue , a iust reuenge , nor haue a pacient sprete . Therfore I suffre , al your wordes , which is myne enemy knowne , I could you serue , with ●aunting tearmes , & feede you with your owne But I mynde not , to chocke your tale , before the worst be tolde , Then may I haue ▪ fre●choyce and leaue , to shew you wher you scolde . Good syr if I , shulde you salute , as you saluted me , Then shuld I call you . Dauy too , and so perchaunce you be . Ye multiply , fyue names of one , a progeny you make , As your defent , dyd come from thence , wherof you lately spake . Though such as you , haue nycknamed me , in gest and halfe in scorne , Churchyard I am ▪ in Shrew●sbury towne , thei say wher I was borne You put your name , to others workes , the weaklings to begilde . Me thinke you are , somwhat to younge , to father such a childe . The truth therof , is ecth to know , a blynde man may discus , Ye are in nombre , mo then one , ye saye , bee good to vs . You say , I did not answere you : I could no mattier fynde , Nor yet can see , excepte I shulde , at folly wast my wynde . The greatest shame , and most reproch , that any man may haue , Is for to write , or scolde with fooles , whose nature is to raue , Synce raising ryms , ore comes your wits , talke on & babble styll , I not entende , about such chats , my pen nor speche to spyll . I neither fume , nor chaunge my moode , at ought that you haue sayde . The world may iudge , your railyng tong , full like a beast hath brayd . Iud where you say , you can poynt out , by lyne and leuell both , Of all the , whens , of Dycats dreame , you say you knowe the troth . It is a wilfull ignoraunce , to hyde , I knowe full well , I faute , agaynst Iuppiters seate , or agaynst his counsell ▪ You shew your selfe , not Iuppiters frende , it you can truly proue , A ●au●e ●n me , and doth it hyde , for feare or yet for loue . As for my work● , and thankles paynes , in this and such like case , I shall be ●edy to defende , when you shall hide your face . Thinke you I teare , what you can do , my grounde is iust and true . On e●●ry word . which I dyd speake , I force not what ye brue . ●yll all your 〈◊〉 is 〈…〉 , and dish 〈◊〉 chone , wren they be●ul , and 〈◊〉 ore , I will cast you a bone . 〈…〉 , though tha● yo● twits be fyne , I can 〈◊〉 , you out of squar , how your leuell and lyne : I wyll not answere worde for wor●● , to your reiondre yet , Because I fynde no matter their , ●or yet no poynt of wyt , But brabling blasts , and fra●tike fyte , and chyding in the ayre , why doo you fr●t thus with your self , fye man do not dispayre : Though that your wyts , be troubled sore , if you in Bedlem weare , I thinke you shuld be right wel kept , if you be trended theare : yf you were scourged once a day , and fed with some warme meate , You wolde come to your self againe , after this rage of heate . This may be said without offence , it that your wyts you had , you wolde not lye nor raile on me , nor fate as you wer mad , But as it is a true prouerbe : the threatned man lyues long , your words can neither hang nor draw , I feare not your yll tong . The world is such it doth contempne , all those that vertue haue , An euell tong hath no respect , whose name he doth deproue . what is the cause of mortall fo●d , whiche dothe in trendes aryse , But comenly these sclaunder tonges , which styll delyts in lyes : who maketh war , who soweth strife , who bringeth Realmes to ruine : But plenty , pride and euell tonges , whose voyce is nere in tune , The roote and braunche and cheefest grounde , of mischeefs all and some , Is euyll tongues , whose sugred words , hath wyse men ouercome , The proofe wherof you put in vse , your words ye f●ame and set , To excepe into some noble hertes , a credit for to get . The eatyng worme within the nut , the sweetest curnell secke , so doo you drawe where gayne is got , and there you loke full meeke . But vnder those fayre angels lokes , is hyd a deuelish mynde , I durst lay odds who trust you long , full false he shall you finde . Now to returne vnto the cause , which made you first to write , you shew your selfe to be a foole , to answer me in spite , The first and last that I haue seene , of all your nipping geare , Is not well worth when 〈◊〉 cheape , the paring of a yeare . your sodayn stormes and thundre claps , your boasts and braggs so loude . Hath doone no harme thogh Robyn Hoo● , spake with you in a cloud Go learne againe of litell Ihon , to shute in Robyn Hoods bow● , Or Dicars dreame shal be ●hit , and all his , whens , I trowe , This heare I leaue , I lyst not wr●● , to answer wher you ●ayle : He is vnwise that stri●es with fooles , wher words can not preuayle , Finis . Domine , saluum fat Regem : & da pacem in diebus nostris . Thomas Churcharde .

Imprinted at London in Aldersgate strete by Rycharde Lant .

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