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A18749
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A playn and fynall confutacion: Of cammells corlyke oblatracion
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Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.
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STC 5246; ESTC S115152
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shame and haue no thanke therfore Go showe your councell one by one what gayne you here haue got 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 ê™ 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 â–ª 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 ForgettiÌ„g your name which ThereÌ„s 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 â–ª hath ben of Robyn hood And Beâ—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 â–ª 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 meÌ„ 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 â–ª 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 â–ª 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 maÌ„ 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 flâ—râ—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 scâ—aunderoâ—s to is voyce This Sclaunderous peales doth â—yng so loud he soundes in euery eare Whose craft