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A18734
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The firste parte of Churchyardes chippes contayning twelue seuerall labours. Deuised and published, only by Thomas Churchyard Gentilman.
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Churchyard, Thomas, 1520?-1604.
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1575
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than trodg thowe for the drink O boy I fear that I shall sownd befoer thow com I thinck Out â—lings the lad vp goes the w and at a windowe pride Untill at length faâ—re of ful wel her husband had she spyde Alas go â—ied the quickly freer sayd she if that thow can For â—â—er at â—and I do not fain thear commeth my good man. â—erâ— is no corner to get owt ful 〈◊〉 is me ther foer Nowe shal we by our pastime deer and paâ— for pleasuers soer Now alâ— the myscheef wil be mien because I haue the heer Nowe shall my honest naem be broght in question by a Freer Wel nowe thear is no nother shift but heer the bront to bied Except that in thâ—s littel cheast thâ— self nowe canst thowe hied Nowe chues thow whether open blaem or secret prison sweet In theas eâ—streams and â—aest is moest for present myscheef meet The Freer to find som reddy help was pleasd and well a payd So in the cheast this great wies man is crept ful soer afraid She lokt the same and clapt the keys close vnder bolstor saer So layde her down apon the bed and â—â—d soer fits enduer Or faynd to feell about hir brest sutch grieps she sayd she felt The gâ—oening of the same did make her hâ—sbands hart to melt How now deer wife what ayleth thée the simple soule sayd than Fie wief pluck vp a womans hart yea husband God knoes whan Quoth she if Aquauite now I drinke not out of hand I haue a â—â—itch so soer godwot I câ—n nor sit nor stand Thou hast a bottell in the house I daer well say ê™ he Of aquauite laetly boght thear maye no better be Within thy cheast where are thy keyes I kno not by my life Said she you set moer by a lock than you do by your wief Ye wâ—s and you wear sicke I should the locke right soen vp break That shal be don ê™ he you need therof no moer to speak A Hatchet toâ—k he in his hand and stroâ—k hit sutch a blâ—â— The Chaember shaâ—kt the Freer he quaâ—kt and sâ—onk for fear and woe The Cheast with Iron barrs was bound which made the goodman sweat The Freer like doctor Dolt lay still in dreed and danger great And durst not sâ—ur for all the world â—â—s â—orrage quite was gon The poer man â—ad a pig in poâ—k had he loâ—kt well thear on The loâ—k was good that knue the wief who bâ—â—d her husband strik 〈…〉 on loed the frer with in that sport did littell lieâ— At leâ—â—th the bands began to lowse the wise had eye therto Shâ— sâ—aâ—d if he did strike agayn the loâ—kâ— would suer vndo Than thought she on a womans wiell which neuer â—aâ—les at need If Feer wear seen than was she shaemd no no she toek moâ—r heed O hold your hand you kill my hed ê™ sheâ— to heer you knock Now am I ease great harm it wear to spill so good a locke My sutch is gon than let me sleep and rest my self a whâ—ell The gooâ—man went vnto his shop the wief began to sâ—â—eil When â—he had sent away the boy aâ—l â—huâ—gâ—s in quiet wear She roes and went to â—ase the Freer that lay half dead for fear 〈◊〉 resurrection who had seen must 〈◊〉 haue laught at least 〈◊〉 how 〈◊〉 lay than how he loâ—kt and 〈◊〉 like a beast Nowe am I quit ê™ she sir Freer and yet you aer not shaemd And throw a woman who youe skornd your folly nowe is taemd This tael so ends and by the saem you se what Freers haue byn And howe theyr outward holly liues was but a cloâ—k for sin Heer â—ay youe se howe plain poer men that labors for thear foed Aer soen disseaud wyth sottel snaâ—ks of wicked serpents broed Heer vnder clowd of matter light som words of weight may pasâ— To make the leawd abhoer fowl liet and se them selus in glas Heer is no terms to stoer vp vice the writtar ment not soe For by the foill that folly taâ—ks the wies may blotles goe The moer wee se the wicked plaegd and painted plain to sight The moer we pace the paeth of grace and seek to walk vpright Finis THE SIEGE OF EDENbrough Castell in the .xv. yeer of the raigne of our soueraigne Lady Queen Elizabeth at whiche seruice Sir VVilliam Druery Knight was generall hauyng at that time vnder him these Captaynes and gentlemen folowyng ¶ The names of the Captaines that had chardge Sir Francis Russell Captayne Read. Captayne Eryngton maister of the ordinaÌ„ce and prouost marshall Captayne Pyckman Captayne Yaksley Captayne Gaâ—â—â—ine Captayne Wood. Captayne Case Captayne Sâ—â—â—ley ¶ The Gentilmen names Sir George Carye Sir Henrie Lee. M. Thomas Cecyle M Mighell Cary. M. Thomas Sutton M Cotton M Kâ—lway M Dier M. Tylney William Killigrue AS cause fell out and brought in matters new And blâ—ddy minds set many a broyl a broetch So souldiers swarmd and lowd they Trumpet blew Whâ—se sounde did shoe at hand warrs aproetch Than marshall men in coats of Iron and steell With great regard did waite on Cannon wheell And in the feeld a noble martch they maede To practise shot and skowre the rusty blade But whan the campes set foâ—t on scottish ground 〈…〉 the powre and 〈◊〉 was verâ— small◠〈…〉 them selues â—t Drom and Trompet sownd 〈◊〉 push of Pyke to giue the prowd a fall The quarâ—ll good the force â—â—doubleth still 〈◊〉 â—old attempt maks way with boâ— and bill It is not strength alone that wins the gâ—ell Wheâ— câ—â—rage coâ—s theâ—r â—ortune deals her doell A wonder great to se so small a band In forrayn soyll to seek for any tâ—me I seldom heer sutch matter tâ—â—n in hand That conquest gets and skapeth free from blame Bewaer I saye the men whoe 's minds aer good And mark the plage of thoes which sucketh â—loâ—d Gainst thorns they kiâ—k that roâ—s to wilfull spoyll Thear consiens prick that giue iust folk a â—oyll O Neroes broed O blody butchare viell That striketh down the 〈…〉 vp O wickeâ— Snacks O 〈…〉 That 〈◊〉 brings 〈…〉 That spoylâ—â—o 〈…〉 hâ—rm â— people vaynâ— that 〈…〉 downe That stayes your â—â—act and still mentayns your crowne 〈◊〉 dealyngs rash and wretched reuels ruâ—d 〈…〉 did steer from hiue the quiet â—â—es Your graâ—es hands iâ— gilâ—lesâ—e â—lood â—â—brued Was in â—â—tch sort disdaynd of all degrees That néeds must com som force with mayn and might To take vp wrongs and set your staet aright The cut throet knief in sheath could seldom rest Sutch mischeef lorkt and lodgd in lawlesse brest Ye neyther spard the hiest hed nor foâ—t The cheefest branch nor yet the meanest â—pray But in your rage to ryue vp all by roet At fullest prime ye soght the reddiest waie But he that holds in hand the horsis rain Whan steed bolts owt cawls bayard back a gain And so god sent amid your retchles raeg A quensching coel your fury to a swaeg Of