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Hornbyes hornbook Iudge not too rashly, till through all you looke; if nothing then doth please you, burne the booke. By William Hornbye, gent.
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Hornby, William.
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1622
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STC 13814; ESTC S118882
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iust Narcissus that proud selfe-conceited Else Louing his shadow fondly lost himselfe There may they find Diana's dignitie For simple purenesse and pure chastetie With diuers more examples I could write But time will not permit me to recite Virgell a booke that doth exceed the rest And Horace equallized with the best By these good meanes and Gods assisting grace They run the happy Helliconian race If God preserue their labours and their health They proue good members in a Common-wealth As Musterd-seed of all the seeds that be Simile Is the least graine but yet by proofe we see The flittering foules of heauen may liue breed In those large branches that from it doe spread And though it be indeed a graine but small Yet doth it beare a sound round price withall Euen so the Horn-booke is the seede and graine Of skill by which we learning first obtaine And though it be accompted small of many And haply bought for two pence or a penny Yet will the teaching somewhat costly be Ere they attaine vnto the full degree Of Schollership and Art for at a word It first doth hatch the * Vniâ—ersitie choller 's Helliconian bird Learning a pretious Iem I doe account Which doth all treasure in the world surmount It is a blessing if it well be vsde But to a curse it turns if ill abusde Learning 's a Ladder grounded vpon faith By which we clime to heauen the Scripture saith And t is a meanes to hurrie men to hell If grace be wanting for to vse it well So the Horn-book without Gods grace-guiding still May be an introduction vnto ill To euery one God doth a Talent giue To trie how they can prosper thriue and liue That profitable seruant that hath fower If frugall shall haue thrice as many more He that hath three his labour shall not cease For to inrich him with a great increase He that hath two with diligence and paine Shall be requited with a double gaine And that same sloathfull sluggard that hath one If fruitlesse buried shall be sure of none And now my Horn-booke I may rightly apply Both to the Clergie and the Laetie How many Pastors are there Careles and unprofitable shepheards that should feede Their flocke alas yet starue them in their need Which doe that worthy function much neglect For worldly causes or some by respect Who the regardles hirelings part doe play That care not how their sheepe doe goe astray But leaue them all at random here and there For greedy Wolues to spoyle deuower teare These ill deserue I say in such a case Their liuings learning and so worthy place These are blind guids blind in their inward sight Which grope at Noone-tide with a Candle light Me thinks neglect of this their sacred function Should strike with horror a most sharp coÌ„punctioÌ„ Into their Marble hearts for there 's a woe Pronounc'd gainst those which slip their duty so Who more respect the world and worldly pelfe Then for to profit others or himselfe In soules saluation such desire to gaine The riches of this world which are but vaine Like Isops Cock which of more worth did deeme A Barly-corne then Iem of of great esteeme These kind of scatter-graces right are found Like him that hid his Talent in the ground For such as these I mourne make great mone They better neuer had the Horn-booke knowne Yet many a Citie Prouident and carefull Pastors many a Towne is blest Here in our Land with Pastors of the best Who take most earnest paines and honest heed Not for to fleece their flocks but them to feede And with a speciall care and conscience cause Reforme the wicked to religious lawes So they which sit in Ignorance black night They doe inlighten with their splendent light These are true Shepheards euen to Christs desire And hee 'l reward them with a Heauenly hire Blessed are they that euer they did know The Horn-booke and the happy Christ-crosse-row The great graue worthy Iudges of the Land Just Judges That doe with care and conscience vnderstand The poore mens causes be they right or wrong To giue the right where right doth true belong I hope will with my Horn-booke free dispence Knowing that knowledge is deriu'd from thence Before we learne we learne to know each letter Or else to learne to reade is nere the better And to all gentle Iustices of Peace Vpright Justices Who doe their Talents in their charge increase In doing Iustice with a single eie Without respect of men or briberie My Horn-booke very humbly I commend Hoping that learning they will still defend To all Schoole-founders Schoole-founders that haue euer been Most beneficiall vnto Schollers seene By Schooles errecting and protecting those Vnder their fauours which in learning growes To full maturitie these doe support Poore Schollers in a charitable sort These happy Stewards haue their Talents spent Pleasing to God and for a good intent To these my Horn-booke likewise I commend Knowing the Muses they doe best befrend Lavvyers and Atturnies The busie Lawyers and the briefe Atturneys Which euery Term-time take most tedious iornies To toyle and moyle to ride through thick thin And all to bring their fees more roundly in Whose onely labours to this purpose tends They would haue all men rathere foes then friends Because by controuersie they doe gaine And concord makes theÌ„ beggers they complaine These from the Horn-book first did draw their skill Good cause haue they to beare it great good will A Constable's a iudicious man conâ—â— A conâ—â—Conâ—â—able If he performe his Office wisely can But if vnlearnedly he doe amisse Ales the Horn-booke was no friend of his The learned Poet The learned Poet that in Poetrie Doth mount aloft vnto the loftie skie In high conceits through diuine inspiration Who for his Art is held in admiration That which I write will grant for to be true And giue vnto the Horn-booke praise due The Third-bare Poet The Thread-bare Poet. or the Ballad-maker That of lassiuious Rimes is full partaker And baudy songs writes with his vnchast pen Which stinke i' th nostrils of vertuous men These shew the very dreggs and froth of wit Which an vnprofitable and vnfit These did at first the Horn-booke learne in waste Whose wits ill spent giue euen as ill a taste And the Pet-Poet I must not forget The Peâ— Poet. Which with good liquor doth accute his wit And when t is got a little into 's Crowne He makes his Pen to gallup vp and downe Writing a song like vnto Smug and 's Daughter Or some such od conceite procuring laughter These make braue songs and for their greater graces Sing them in priuat in publike places To these I say as Drinke doth them imbolden So to the Horn-booke they were first beholden The Free-Schoole-Masters The Freâ—… Schoole Masters which paines doe take Good Schollers fit for Cambridge to mak Were Infants first
themselues and little Boyes Which did delight in trifles and in toyes And at the Horn-booke likewise did begin Before they doe such good preferment win Where youth is brought to reuerence and grace I hold a very venerable place But yet some bad and basely doe abuse it Because they want discretion how to vse it Knowing no meane nor mediocritie In their correction but extremitie As for example I will here be bold To tell a tale the like was neuer told In the braue Historie of valliant Guy You shall not reade the like for veritie Nor in the Mirror of Knight-hood can be found The like for there huge lies doe loudly sound This is plaine truth I pray you note it well It is no fained fable that I tell A Tale. I Still remember when I was a Lad Long after I the Horn-booke learned had I passed ouer euery petty booke In which young Schollers first doe vse to looke When as through care and cost I then began To be a pretty good Gramarian Vnto the Free-schoole I was forthwith sent By my good Parents with a good intent That learning still my mind might more adorne A sweet light burden that is easie borne Now I begin to tell a tale of forrow Euen of my taile I went to Peterborrow To reape more learning then before I had But yet I prou'd more backward and more bad By reason that my Masters strict correction Turn'd quite from him my loue and my affection That vnto learning then I had no mind To which before I greatly was inclind Before a Christmasse time Schollers desire libertie to play but the euent vvas costly we did conspire Against our Master for to haue desire Of libertie for double paines we tooke All the yeare long by toyling at our booke VVith many a wofull smarting lash beside VVhich our poore buttocks patient did abide So with a generall and free consent VVe shut him forth of dores incontinent For this did strongly for our reason stand It was a common custome through the land And since that others did attempt the same If we should not doe so it was a shame This we resolu'd and this we did performe VVhich made him for to stare to stamp storme But yet we car'd not for his threatning words VVe stoutly stood with Pistals Pikes Swords Euen like a little Armie in the field He could not daunt our harts nor make vs yeeld Though we were boyes yet we by this exclusion Manly hearts in Boyes breasts Shew'd in each one a manly resolution Fower nights together we were prisoners kept The boards our beds on which we nightly slept And for our victuals they were neuer scant For we found friends that did relieue our want Yet were abundance faint and Capon-hearted That from their businesse very basely started Of sixtie proper Schollers that were found But sixe of sixtie that would stand their ground Hearing great threats the rest durst neuer stay But like right Cowards ran with speed away Had these been Marciall men then Marciall law Would sure haue held them all in better awe They durst not then haue run'd away at all For feare of hanging that might after fall Thus were we six euen left vnto our selues By reason of those base white-liuerd Elues The residue like fooles and shallow-witted Went to their Master and themselues submitted Because indeed their bumbs began to itch They all went crouching for to saue their britch Thus they esteemed more their nether part TheÌ„ foule disgrace which woundeth som to t'hart Some carried tokens bribes and petty gifts To saue their tayles from heating by such shifts But all this while we very stout did stand Vnto the exploit that we tooke in hand Nor to our Master would we yeeld a iot Till a false pardon fondly we had got For he like to a false pernitious Wretch Did violate his word and conscience stretch He vow'd vnto the Bishop and the Deane For that offence he would remit vs cleane But afterwards alas too true we try'd That he like a perfidious villane ly'd We one by one were brought a little space Vnto the wofull execution place Vnto the Bishops Bach-house we were led Where they doe vse to make and bake his bread Ouer that house there certaine Chambers were Where we were brought the with no little feare All intricate and winding to and fro As if we in a Labyrinth did goe When I came there my heart began to faile To see such cost prouided for my taile For he prouision priuily had got Which made my brich tosting it was so hot There was prepared Rods a largeâ—elne long Scholler vvhipped peppered and salted at Peterborovv Of tuffe-red-willowes binded very strong Pepper and salt he did together blend Full halfe a pecke he on our tayles did spend Twixt euery fower yerkes we a handfull had On our bare bumbs which almost made vs mad This Tyrant-part he playd and n'ere gaue o're Till he had giuen vs lashes fower times fower Thus he had season'd well vnto his thinking Our wofull tay les to keep them all from stinking And sure I think that he did vnderstand He Haunches had of Venison in hand For I 'me perswaded neuer man did know That euer Schollers tayles were powderd so It was no boote for to resist at all Our strength alas and number was but small Our fellowes did our fellowship forsake And on our Masters side they all did take We force and helpe and weapons all did lack Which made our hinder-parts to goe to wrack Whilst we to shut him out did vndertake This Bach-house he a School-house then did make And so some fifty of them there he taught Where we to this sam doleful place were brought I would himselfe the cruell smart had felt Which by his deuillish sauage hand was delt Then should he know that our so small a falting Neuer deserued peppering and salting For my owne griefe to me it was best knowne I felt no bodies sorrow but my owne I was in such a wofull case I 'me sure That in no certaine place I could indure My tayle did smart I euery where was flinging As if a swarme of Bees had there been stinging I could not sit nor lye nor stand nor goe The salt and pepper vildly plagu'd me so Thus haue you heard a tayle of lamentation Euen of our tailes great griefe and sore vexation As sure as I the Horn-booke first did know So surely is he named in this Roe This true we found to our great smart and paine Now to my Horn-booke I returne againe Young men and Maydens when they first doe wed And chastly enter in their nuptiall bed Not suffering lust their bodies to beguile Nor marriage rites to spot and to defile According to that solemne vow they make That they each other neuer shall forsake Till death depart come pouertie come wealth Come painefull sicknes or come perfect health To these a worthy praise belongs to either When they