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Camelles reioindre to Churchyarde Thomas Camell.
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Camel, Thomas.
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1552
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STC 4527.4; ESTC S2995
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¶ Camelles Reioindre to Churchyarde To Churchyard or MaÌ„naring or for lack of a name To Dicar the dreamer if you knowe the same MAye a man be so bolde an order to kepe To bid you good morow now after your slepe If I may be so saucy and make no mistaking God speede master Dreamer yf you be wakynge But Dreamer or Dicar or as you saye Dauy Whych shal I now cal you â–ª as our Lorde saue ye Three names are to many â–ª for one man alone And two mo makes fyue for faylyng of one If you had twoo other â–ª that men myght you seeke Then had you a name for eche daye in the weeke But no man dothe doubte â–ª that so sundrye names Shuld haue other loomyng theÌ„ out of good frames And therfore I thyncke they come euery chone Out of some olde house â–ª tho the postes begone Or els kept in memory for that they were founde In some old stocke in some noble mans grounde And so do remayne â–ª for mynde of your auncestry As Syb to Sybbel sibbes very properly So Jermaines lyps ioynde so M. Churchyard And Mannaryng met both in an Orcharde And Dauid the Dicar came in wyth hys spade And dolue vp the Dreamer tyl the line was made And thus percoÌ„sequeÌ„ce â–ª sins your writing doth gre it Youre name for my parte Dauid Dreamer be it And good M. dreamer your reasoÌ„ long sought for Hath combred your capax I se very sore Snap of the case and yong and whot bloude Haue al to be fumed you and moued your moode That daunger it were in you of a feeuer If heate and coller â–ª shoulde cuple together But thankes be to God a vomet hath rydde A culpin of collops farre inwardly hydde And now y t your reason hath fair brought it fourth It is a fayre reason â–ª and a reason well wourth And fyrst you reply â–ª to myne obieccion Wyth wordes of pleasure as a man of correccion Wherby you would seeme a learned man of arte And yet Master Mome you are out of your parte For as your aunswere doth but talke and tomble So you answer not me but rayle out and romble And yet had you markt â–ª my then to your when I no more falted you then I dyd other men I meane mad raungers that so raunge at large To medle with matters not ioynd to their charge And such men I bad as then I bad you To send such whens home theyr vycar vnto And leaue dreaming dreames to busi meÌ„s braines Wyth nedeles matters and as thankeles paynes And thys lytle neded to haue netled your noddye If you were as you wold be som prety wise body But you wyl choplogicke and be Bee to busse But good Master Busserd be good yet to vs. And tel me in truth and lye no whyt then Haue not I touched no parte of your when If you styl dreame not as you do yet I trowe I haue touched your when euery whyt I nede not to byd you turne my text againe But take your owne text to aunswer your brayne I touch not one poynte that you wrote you saye And yet you cal me a Daniell strayghtway Lo how these two now agree in them selues They both shame their master these .ii. eluish elues If you gyue me a name wythout an effect your mastershyps brayne is madly infect And foule ouershot to bryng two for wytnesse Whych are in theÌ„selues cleane contraries I gesse But if my fyrst aunswer â–ª doo seeme such a mistery That you see not your wheÌ„ ther answered alredye Then to awake you and rayse you from slepe Good Master Dreamer marke thys take kepe your when hath in it a meanyng of who say Whych ryghtly to meane is thus ment I say That wheÌ„ those things be which these dais be not Then knit you your theÌ„ vp in such sort as you wot But whome you accuse â–ª in whenning so large I meane not to open nor put to your charge But way with your self and sober your braines And defend not a when mighte put you to paines â–ª I coulde perchaunce make your when larger And serue it before you â–ª as brode as a charger And point you your when by lyne and by Leuel Againste Jupiters seate and Jupiters Counsell But I list not so narow to loke to your whanning Nor make to your whanning so open a skanning You bid me not slaunder you I slaunder you not If your selfe hurte you â–ª your owne is the spot You ascribe to me the manners of Gnato Full clarkelye applyed good master Thraso A tytle as meete they saye that doo knowe me As your title of dreame to the matter of Dauye But vices in stage plaies wheÌ„ theyr matter is gon They laughe oute the reste to the lookers on And so wantynge matter you brynge in my coate In faythe master dreamer I borowed it not Tho I haue hearde that good fellowes and so Not you goddes forbod in borrowed geare go But when euery foule hathe puld home his fether The soule and the body â–ª may then dwel to gether And make a right sommer man to let in the heate For clothes in whot wether do but make meÌ„ sweat Whiche you sir perchaunce er sommer come out Wyl vle for a medicine in trauailinge aboute And colloure the matter wyth a title of season As doutles your mastership hath very good reasoÌ„ By which al y t know you wil thinke you wel hable To thrust a poore Camel to lurke in some stable And doubtles if dreaming may eny thinge spede I knowe Dauid dreamer wyl do it in dede But tho I haue hearde a Lion oft rore I neuer hearde asse so rore oute before With bitings bridellings and raining of necks O fine master asse howe sharpe be your checkes You threaten to bitte me to trim me and trick me Wehe master asse what wyl you nedes kick me Camelles and asses be bothe mete for burden Then gip fellowe asse then iost fellowe lurden No nerer my buttocke iost iade are you winsyng It is mery to see master asse fal to minsing â–ª Did you neuer here tell of the asse trapt in golde Lo master asenoll lo do as you shulde you saye I knowe you not and yet as I trowe you caste your olde coat a greate whyle a go But if I mistake you for that a newe springe Hath wrought as a workmaÌ„ to geue you a new skiÌ„ And that I may not now know you by eare mark Then for a more knowledge â–ª to know you in dark Tye a Bel at your tayle to make some tinginge And ther goes the asse I shal say by the ringing But whether I knowe you or els do not knowe Thus muche I knowe â–ª and am certaine I trowe An asse bindes no camels tho he bray nere so loud Robin hoode so shewed me out of a cloude And when asses forget to know what they are Sir Launcelot then biddes to nip them more nar And Beuis of Hampton whose cleargy I knowe Biddes me serue you â–ª with the same sede you sow And not to contende â–ª for the asses shadowe Whose shadowe I leaue you and bodye also And thus â–ª M dreamer â–ª your folli hath brought me To followe you further then first I bethought me Beinge muche sorye â–ª my pen so to spende To answere your follyes â–ª and thus lo I ende Domine saluum fac Regem da pacem in diebus nostris Thomas Camell ¶ Imprinted at London by Hary Sutton dwellyng in Poules churchyard He hathe .v. Dreamer Dicar Dauid Mannaring Churchyard Aske him where he named hym self Lorde Mannarynge and howe he vsed it Parturiunt montes Nascetur ridiculus mus Churchards aunsware doth but rail Churcharde will bee the bussinge be His replicaâ—â—on Hys when Graculus ornatus est Plumis Pauonis Churchard is a fyne asse De Asino aureo The french almes perchaunce hath altred him The asse wolde haue a Bell to be knowen vp Churchards Poetes Robin hoode Sir Launcelot Beuis Qualia vis metere talia graua sere â–ª