world hath much disgrace I feare me Doomes day will come on apace When lands and bagges do marry wealth to wealth And want and vertue must go downe the wind VVhen few or none regard the spirites health VVhile wicked humors leade away the mind VVhen the poore world is in this pitteous kind VVhile hellish spirits in their pride do stand I feare me Doomes day will be hard at hand When Charing crosse and Paules do meete And breake their fast in Friday streete And Ware and Waltam go to Kent To purchase lands and gather rent And Easter falles afore the Lent Then if my Table doe not lie The day of doome will sure be nie When woodcockes build in dawcockes nestes And Robin Hood is rise againe And misers churles make merry feasts And merchants loose that they may gaine When once the world is in that vaine Then do not thinke but nigh that yeere The day of doome is very neere When euery child his father knowes And euery man will loue his wife And women sweare to be no shrowes But husbands leade a quiet life While kindnesse cuts off euery strife Then without doubt this build vpon The day of doome is comming on When Newgate is without a knaue And Bridewell found without a whoore A galley found without a slaue A Farmers barne without a floore And not a beggar at the doore Then let both time and reason trie And if that doomes day be not nie When theeues begin to leaue to steale And Iades will leaue their kicking trickes And fooles their secrets will conceale And maides will vse no setting stickes Nor blacke thorne carrie pointed prickes Then do not thinke but in that yeere The day of doome will sure be neere When old men care not for their health And faire yong women wish to die And rich men throw away their wealth And Rascalls leaue their beggarie And knaues will leaue their knauerie Then thinke as I haue said before The day of Doome is at the doore When wanton eies breede wicked minds And wilfull heads breede wofull hearts VVhile indiscretion nature blinds To scorne the rules of Reasons Artes And headlong fall into foule partes Til had-I-wist make folly crie Then thinke the day of Doome is nie When women will no malice shew And men are free from envies fault VVho may be high wil be below And beefe keepe sweete that hath no salt And Beere is brewed with musty Malt Then do beleeue that truth will trie The day of Doome will sure be nie When Gamsters at Primero rests Will put out all their purses eie And warres do grow to be but iests Where many fight and few do die A spider will not eate a flie Then by my rule I vnderstand The day of Doome will be at hand When Souldiers led into a field Do see their leaders runne at a stay The valiant to the coward yeeld That doth his honour steale away When the world is at such a fray I say but as I said before Thinke Doomes day will be at the doore When that a Cocke wil craue his hen Because shee is not of his breede And boies will be as good as men When schollers teach their Masters reade An hearb is spoiled by a weede Then by my rules experience The day of Doome is not farre hence When no good nurture can amend ill manners Nor daily preaching draw the world to God But sinne and shame display their open banners While he on earth begins to make abode When holy thoughts are wholy ouertrode While faith and troth do feare to shew their face I feare me Doomes day will come on apace When that a man must seeke to please his wife For feare the cuckoe sing vpon his head A woman will be wearie of her life Because she cannot bring a foole to bed When siluer thus must be exchangde for led By such true rules as I haue rightly scand I feare me Doomes day will be hard at hand When wicked minds will in their humors dwell And sinne is not ashamde to shew her face And Atheists are resolude to go to hell Because they haue no feeling thought of Grace When that the world is in this wofull case And death and sorrow do begin their song I feare the day of Doome will not be long When men and women gree like dogges and catts Because the world is full of wicked natures And euery towne is full of mice and rattes That do deuoure the foode of better creatures While fooles make idolls of ill-fauoured features When we are thus poore people to beg on vs I feare me doomes day will come stealing on vs. When that a cat will eate no milke And that a fox the goose forsakes And courtiers leaue their wearing silke And snow doth leaue to fall in flakes And one man marres that other makes Then doth my Table say that yeere The day of Doome will sure be neere When fishes leaue to play with baites And buzzards leaue to beate the wind And knaues will leaue with cunning sleights For to deceiue a simple mind When that the world is in this kind Be sure this note to build vpon The day of Doome is comming on When morrice dancers leaue their bells The foole his bable by will lay And oisters breede without their shells And that the mice with cattes will play While wise men make fooles holy day Then tell me if my table lie That saies that doomes day will be nie When that a Kite the Chicken feares The wolfe will not come neere the Lamb The frogs will be as big as Beares The Ewe will not abide the Ramme A Calfe wil leaue to sucke the Damme Then do I by my table find That doomes day is not farre behind When youth will not the wantons play And age hath sworne he will not dote And wil and wit are at a fray VVhile beggarie is not worth a groate It is a certaine rule to note That very much vpon that yeere The day of doome approcheth neere When that a beggar braues a King And fishes swimme without their sinnes An Owle wil teach a Larke to sing And fishers leaue to lay their ginnes VVhen puddings creepe out of their skinnes Then thinke as I haue said before The day of doome is at the doore When Swallowes leaue to feede on Flies And Asses looke into the ayre And Mowles begin to ope their eies And two fooles do not make a paire And Basenesse sits in Honors chaire And the Lord be seruant to a Groome Then thinke vpon the day of doome When fire begins to leaue his heate No coolenesse in the water is The hungry will refuse their meate And louers leaue to coll and kisse And all is well that was amisse Then doth my perfect rule descrie The day of doome wil sure be nigh When couetousnesse can infect a King And pride is set vpon a beggars heart And too much want the honest mind doth wring While helplesse sorrow breedes the spirits smart When thus the diuell ginnes to play his part To fill the world with such vnhappy fare I feare doomes day before we be aware When furies flie like sparkles in the ayre With fire and sword to fil the world with bloud And feareful soules are neere vnto despaire While gracelesse hearts can see no hope of good But endlesse sorrow is the sinners food When thus the diuell in the world doth sit Doomes day wil come although it be not yet FINIS
PASQVILS Passe and passeth not Set downe in three Pees His Passe Precession and Prognostication LONDON Printed by V.S. for Iohn Smithicke and are to be solde at his shop within Temple Barre 1600. To my very louing and vndeserued good friend M. Griffin Pen vpon his hearts true worthinesse shine the Sunne of highest happinesse THe countenance of a Landlord makes a poore Tenant halfe a King and simple men are no fooles that followe the shadow of alittle honour for my selfe I am of none of these Sects for I esteeme more of the kindenes of a good spirite than of faire wordes that bewitch Ignorance yet I reuerence Honour and loue Vertue but finding my selfe vnworthy the fauour of great ones and yet not willing to looke among the too little I will loue where I find cause deserue where I finde loue in which sence entreating you in the fore rancke of my affection to march with your kind friend M. Conquest I commend to the good leizure of of your patience the perusing of this little pamphlet deuided into three pees a Passe a Precession and a Prognostication Pasquill gaue them to me to deliuer vnto you which with his further seruice shall be further at your commandement and for my selfe how well I loue you I will not tell you til your commandement make me happy in your emploiment so wishing both in the work my wil a more worthines of your kindnes I rest Yours affectionately to command N. B. To the Reader PAsquill commends him to all that loue him to whom he giues to vnderstand that after his pains taken in his Mad-cappe and his Fooles-cappe laying them both aside thinking to take alitle rest gat him his Night-cappe vnder which in steede of sleep many idle humors came in his head which troubling his little staied braine would not let him be at quiet till he had committed them to the custodie of pen and incke and paper which hauing set downe somewhat to his owne contentment he hath in diuers Copies sent abroade to all such as will pay for the writing or els I should rather say for the printing which I thinke be better cheape to tell you what he doth intreate of were needeles when it followeth neere at hand and therefore onely thus much I will tell you hauing past through manie strange courses and finding little or nothing so pleasing but tasted like a bitter sweete vpon a suddaine fell vpon Good Lord deliuer vs and so continuing of his Precession as long as he thought good growing weary of his life fell to dreame of Doomes-day but lest I prooue tedious I will turne you to that you shall reade if it shall please you and consider of it as it shall like you and so for this time I leaue you Your friend Pasquill Pasquill to Morphorius MOrphorius I promised thee a Passe which heere I haue sent thee hoping in the like kindnesse ere long to heare from thee in the meane time let mee tell thee that for our parts we haue little ioy to looke for in this worlde fooles doe not vnderstand vs and knaues do but abuse vs the wealthy loue vs not and the poore can do vs no good honesty is ill for thriuing and yet the wisedome of the world being foolishnesse before God I know not what to say but for that the time of our life is short in this worlde let vs leaue vanitie and fall to some vertuous courses and yet because I will not at this time trouble thee too much with the Scripture I will leaue thee to reade what I haue scribbled and so end in some haste Thine Pasquill PASQVILS Passe HE that desires from danger safe to passe Along the world his wofull wretched daies And would behold as in a looking glasse The blocks and stops and such vnhappy staies As crosse a thousand in their very waies Let him but creepe as I haue learnd to go And tell me if it do him good or no. He that will passe neere to a Princes Court Let him take heede his tongue breake not his necke Nor mate himselfe among the Noble sort Lest prowde presumption haue too sore a checke Nor bend his will to euery wantons becke But watch good fortunes when they kindly fall And then passe on and haue no feare at all But if a fâ—ce of brasse will be too bold Or like a sheepes head shunne good company Or of complexion be too chilling cold Or fiery hot vpon an agony Or much inclind to any villany Or for his wit ioyne issue with an asse He hath no warrant neere the Court to passe He that will passe before a Iudgement seate Let him take heede his case be good and cleere Lest when that Trueth doth of the matter treate A heedlesse will do buy repentance deere While cost ill lost doth breed but heauy cheere But let him chiefly carry a good purse And then be sure to passe on ne're the worse But if he come with an vncertainety And thinke a curtsie will excuse a fee In hope that Law in Pitties charity Wil alwayes giue the right where it should be Let him learne this probatum rule of me That Trueth and Wealth do very much in law While beggar Falshoode is not worth a straw He that wil passe into a warlike field Let him not be too rash nor yet too slow Not franticke fight nor like a coward yeeld But with discretion so his valour show That fame may grace him where e're he goe Lest heedlesse will do shew when he is slaine He may passe thither but not backe againe He that will passe into a Merchants booke Let him take heede how to discharge the debt Lest when that Kindnesse doth for Patience looke He be so tangled in a Statute net That he be so with cunning trickes beset That to the Counter he do passe so fast As he can scarce passe backe againe in haste He that wil passe into a Ladies eies And in her hands wil leaue his little heart And yet with all his wit is not so wise As to discerne the sleight of Venus Art In giuing of the Fooles-Cap by desart Let him go better set his wittes to schoole Or else be sure to passe for a good foole He that will passe into the Holy land Let him be grounded in the rules of grace And be assurde that he doth vnderstand What is the trueth that falshoode may deface Lest when that Wisedome Follie doth displace And Learnings Court breake vp and all are gone He passe but for a simple blind sir Ihon. He that will passe into a Clownes conceit Let him take heedâ— be know a clouted shooe Lest he be cousoned with a close deceit When seely Fooles know not what Knaues can doe With Yea and Nay to bring an Ideot to But if he kindly know Clim of the Clough Then let him passe he shall doe well enough He that will passe into an Ordinary Let him take heede to deale with cardes and dice
Lest whatsoeuer mony in he carry Ere he beware he loose it with a trice And all too late repentance learne the price To know how he that passeth in purse-full And goes out empty passeth for a Gull He that desires to passe vnto the seas Let him take heede his ship be good and tight Let him prouide for all things for his ease And to withstand both wind and weathers spight And by his Compas keepe his course aright Be wary of the shelfes the rockes and sands And fall not rashly into pyrats hands But if he passe within a leaking ship Ill victualld and worse furnisht for defence And thinke a thousand leagues is but a skip And by the want of wits experience Prouide for nothing that may shunne offence Such one may happen well to passe from shore But once at sea may passe to land no more But he that seekes to passe by sea or land To Court or Country for his best auaile Let him thus much for certaine vnderstand That if his purse the better not preuaile His fortune will in many courses faile For a good purse will make a man to passe To many places where he neuer was But if alas he he passe purse pennilesse In this vile world he shall haue little grace But with a heauy heart all comfortlesse Among the Beggars take a sory place Oh this same Gold hath such a glorious face That in false Angells he that heedes not well Will headlong passe his wicked soule to hell But he that faine would passe to Paradise Must learne to passe from all these worldly pleasures For vnto heau'n what heart can passe his eies That is intangled in this worlds treasure No where the World hath on the Soule made seisure As hardly it can passe to heau'n on hie As can a Camell through a Needles eie Then do not passe the boundes of honestie Of wit of reason nor of amitie Of law of iustice nor of equitie Nor the true grounds of Trueths diuinitie But in the worship of the Trinitie Humble thy soule vnto the Deitie And passe vnto the heau'ns felicitie PASQVILS Precession A Loggerheaded asse that hath no wit A rascall knaue that hath no honesty A foule il fauour'd filthie baggage Tit A wicked Iudge that hath no equity And a rich man that hath no charity A faithlesse friend and from a fruitlesse tree The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me A gracelesse child and an vnquiet wife An idle seruant and a priuy theefe A long delay and an vngodly life A helplesse care and a consuming griefe And from despaire that neuer finds reliefe And from the drone that robbes the hony be The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me A prowd companion and a prating iacke A cogging marchant and a carelesse debter A queasie stomacke and a broken sacke A filthy hand and an ill-fauourd letter And an ill mind that meanes to be no better And from a bribe insteede of a due fee The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me A blind phisition and a sluttish cooke Vnholsome porridge and vnsauory bread A babish story and a foolish booke A baggige humor and a beetle head A smoaky chamber and a lowsie bed And from such neighbours as cannot agree The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me A Tyrant prince and a rebellious subiect A bloudy soldiour and a coward leader An Owles eie-sight and an vgly obiect An obscure line and an vnlearned Reader A sergeant iailour hangman and beheader And from the fruit of the three cornerd tree Good Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me A resty hackney and a durtie way A stormy tempest and a leaking ship An idle quarrell and a drunken fâ—ay A dogged queane that euer hangs the lip A iade that will not stirre without a whip A blinded eie that can nor will not see From these the Lord of heauâ—n deliuer me A lazie huswife and a hatkney Gill A crooked finger and a cramped foote A hasty wit and an vnbrideled will A broken shooe and an ill fauourd boote A poisning weede and an vnwholesome roote And from the buzzing of the humble Bees The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me A mouth that slauers and a stinking breath A craftie cripple and a sullen queane A stinking puddle and a moorish heath A dogge that is too fatte a horse too leane A maide that will not keepe her dairie cleane A blow vpon the elbow and the knee From each of these the Lord deliuer me A fleering laughter and a faithlesse heart A creeping curtsie and a cankred mind An idle study and a needlesse art A Northerne tempest and an Easterne wind And from a Curte that bites a man behind And from a Glasse of an il-fauour'd blee The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me To keepe too long among vngodly people To fit mine humor vnto euery fashion To seeke to build a house vpon Paules Steeple To dwell too long vpon a peeuish fashion To follow ill and hate a reformation To learne the rules where such ill lessons be From all such trifles the Lord deliuer me To make an idoll of a painted face And to attend vpon a golden asse To seeke to do the honest mind disgrace And bring a kind of wicked world to passe Or seeke to braue it with a face of brasse To leape the Tems or clime a rotten tree From all such trifles the Lord deliuer me From standing too much in mine owne conceit And giuing credite vnto euery tale From being caught with euery foolish baite From setting of my credite all to sale From leauing of a nut to take a shale From the poore line of the fooles petegree The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me From fury franzie and imprisonment From fine Maid Marian and her Morris dance From the deseruing of due punishment From bond from statute and recognisance From trusting too much vnto fickle chance From vnkind brothers that cannot agree The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me From taking pleasure in a villanie From carelesse hearing of a sound aduise From sorting with the wicked companie From setting vertue at too low a price From loosing too much coine at cardes and dice From being bound till folly make me free The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me From laying plottes for to abuse a friend From being by a cunning knaue beguild From working humors to a wicked end From getting of a filthy whore with child From dwelling in a house that is vntilde From surfeting within a cherrie tree From all such toies good Lord deliuer me From a conspiracie of wicked knaues A flight of buzzards and a denne of theeues A knot of villaines and a crue of slaues And from the patches on the beggars sleeues And from the spoile that gratious spirits greeues And from the foole can neither thriue nor thee The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me From the illusions of the filthy diuell From too much hunting after worldly pleasure And from delighting in an