for to proue that saieng true I will rehers a thing to youe Which hath bin trid and trid againe Whearfore giue ear I lyst not fayn I knue my selfe and of laet dayes A father that was much to prayes In bringing vp his babes catch on He myght be calde a parragon In teaching youth and vsing age Would god catch man would wear his bage And seek his lyurey for to haue Than in thear harts they should engraue The feare of God his armor coet And all the worship that he goet His aerms his collors and his crest His hoep his curatts for his brest His sheld his sword his enmies rod And to be short the fear of God Was all or moest of his delite In sleashly tabuls God did write His law his fear and blessed will Far past the compasse of our skill I mean within the humble mind Of this goodman well bent of kind With parfit stamp was printed fast The law and fear I spake of last As all his childern taught he well To oen apart this did he tell Moer ofâ—nar than vnto the rest Perhaps that boy he loued best How if he would his blessyng win Than with this ruell he must begin First eury mornyng whan he roes Before he had put on his cloes He should a sollem praier say To God to keep him all the day That he did purpose well to spend And whan the day was brought to end And should repayre vnto his bed Another praier should be sed Before he slept if this he did In eury point as he was bid The Father sayd that God on hie Would blesse the place whear he did lie And giue an Angell charge he sed To keep good watch about the bed That neither feend nor fearfull sight Should vexe the silly soul that night His son that lesson kept full well And neuer from that order fell But most deuoutly that he vsd Till wanton life had him abuesd And made him minde sutch follies heer As retchlesse youth doth bye full deer Whose pleasuers whan the son had caught The goodly ruell his father taught In very deed forgotten was And littell did this yong man pas How he the day or night had spent But heer what plaegs was aftter sent What restles sleeps and dreams he had For som tims as he had bin mad When in the bed he down was laid He did sutch things as wold haue Fraid The stowttest man that treds in shue And farther moer I may tell youe He was aferd him self ful oft For nothing stoerd by him so soft Wythin the chaember that he sleept But thearwith vnder cloes be crept And durst not speak of any thing To be of all the world a king Theas fancies did not chang him so But he had torments many moe Of other secret fears with in When for to sleep he did begin Which alttred him on sutch a sort I can not make thearof report Sutch frights and startyng in the bed And of his mowth I haue hard sed He thoght he sawe and markt hit wel A thowsand deuells owt of hel Com ronning on him all at oens Som toer his fleash som broek his boens Som flang him down as than he thoght And was thearwith in slomber broght But stil his fancies did him fraem To crie alowd on Ihesus naem Yea sutch as slept with him haue hard That he the blessed naem prefard Of Ihesus suerly first of all And whan thear on this man did call His raeg of storms began to slaek And streight from sleep he did awaek Than would he loek vnto the lord And so the fathers ruell record No soeuer was a prayer said But â—ownd as baâ—b in cradell laid He slept and hath dâ—n oftten sence This prous that vnder gods defence â—an waâ—ks â— sleeps and dreams somwhiels And as he at our folly sâ—â—els A gentâ—ill warning doth he giue Because he would haue sinnars liue And so conuert for causis knoen To him that sitts in sacred throen He gieds and gouerns eury whear And brings the hawty harts in fear To mak men knoe from whence we haue The quiet sleeps and rest we craue I could of dreams mutch moer resit But this suffiseth that I writ To shoe that dreams of many men Aer true or moshons now and then To mak vs way in ballance right That god with wonders works his might And doth in sleep a messaeg send Unto som purpose and som end To man whoe 's thoughts and doings boeth He seeth and marks what path he goeth Nowe to reâ—orn I think hit best Whear I did leaue and sho the rest How that my hors that iomlyng iâ—ed To be at home sutch labour maed Yet must I needs now wonder how This moâ—strous thyng could bear me throw But things in Dreams ye kno may seem That out of Dreams no man will deem As did this to for who would think Or in his hed could let it sinke That in the bowels of a beast Thus I could ried or at the least How Hors away so fast did trot The dream would haue it so ye wot Now when to stable dâ—er we cam The roâ—ll stoed still as any Lam Then did I light and went my wey Thear at the hors began to ney He maed so lowd and shrill a sownd As though in sunder shaekt the grownd I neuer saw in sutch a heat Whan on the earth his feet he beat Ne beast nor man nor lyuyng thyng And as the bruit therof did ryng Within your earrs you cam to se What ruell and reuell this might be Wherwith the Hors agaynst his kind In reason did declaer his mind And spake in order like a man But when to talk the Horse began You muesd and all your howse eatch oen That still stood wondryng thear apon But loe he told his taell so well And so rehersid euery dell How I within his belly roed That you than without moer aboed In his behalf sayd vnto me Is this an honest pranke of the First to offende me as thou knoest Than further in thy solly goest And breaks the back of my poer hors And after ridest in his cors And not content with that fowl part But here agayn returned art To set my hart on anger moer Perchance thou maist repent it soer This sayd â–ª the Hors fell down starâ— ded And to another world you fled And leâ—â— your wife your childe and all To that which after might befall My freend thus gon ê™ I alas Mans life is brittell as the glas And with the greef that I did take Out of my dream I did awake And when at full I had it sâ—and I tooke my pen and ynk in hand Yea ear I had put on my cloes Or out of bed that day I roes This did I write this did I pen In sutch a plyght my hed was then And by my troeth with no more time I wrate to you this barrayn rime Wherfore a shamd I am to send A
house she goes With swapping Besome in her hand And at her girdle in a band A iolly boutch of keyes she wore Her pecticoet fine laest before Her taile tockt vp in trimmest gies A Napkin hanging oer her eyes To keepe of duste and drosse of walles That often from the windowes falles Though she was smog she toke small eas For thrifty girlls are glad to pleas She wanne the loue of all the house And pranckt it like a pretty mouse And sure at eury word she spake A goodly curtchie could shee make A stoering houswyfe eury where That bent both backe and boones to bere She neuer sleeped muche by night But roes sometimes by candell light To card and spinne or sowe her smocke There could no soner crow a cocke But she was vp to sleek her cloes And would be sweete as any roes Full cleanly still the girle would goe And handsome in a house also â–ª As euer sawe I countrie wentch She sweeped vnder eury bentch And shaekt the coshens in their kinde When out of order did she finde A rushe a straw or litle sticke She could it mend she was so quicke About her busnes eury houre This maide was calde her mistres floure She bare the keyes of Ale and Beare And had the rule of better cheare She was not nice nor yet to kinde To proude nor of to humble minde To fine nor yet to braue I troe She had as fayre as I do knoe Two faire newe kirtles to her backe The one was blue the other blacke For holy days she had a gowne And eurye yard did cost a crowne And more by xviii pence I gesse She had thre smocks she had no lesse Foure raylls and eek fiue karchers fayre Of hose and shoes she had a payre She needed not no more to haue She would go barefoote for to saue Her shoes and hoose for they were dere She went to towne but ones a yere At Easter or some other day When she had licens for to play â–ª I had forgotten for to tell She had a pursse shee loued well That hanged at a ribende greene With tassails faire and well beseene And as for gloues and kniues full bright She lacked not nor trifles light As pins and laces of small cost I haue to you rehearsed most Of all her goodes Now to the forme And making of this creeping worme Her port was lowe her face was fayre It came no sooner in the ayre But it woulde pill her cheekes were thin God knowes she had a tender skin The worst mischape this minion had Her leggs were sowllon very bad Some heauy humor downe did fall Her foote was narrow short and small Her body sklender as a snigg But sure her buttocks were full bigg That came I thincke by sitting mitch And in her side she had a stitch That made her oft short winded sure But her complexion was full pure She was well made from toppe to taile Yea all her lims withouten faile Were fine and feat she had a hand There was no fayrer in the land Saue that with toile it chaunged hue Her fingers small her vaines full blue Her naills a litle largly growen Her hear much like the Sunne it shoen Her eyes as blacke as Iet did seeme She did herselfe ful well exsteeme Her lipps were red but somewhat chapt Her tongue was still and seldome clapt She spake as she were in a cloude Neither to soft nor yet to loude And tript apon the floer as trim â—e would haue thought that she did swim As she did goe such was her pace She minssed fine like maistres Grace That at the daggar dwelled oens Who made good pies of Mari boens I dare depoes apon a booke Shee was as good a maiden cooke As euer drest a peece of meate And for a banket small or great And raysing Paest she passed still As soone as flowre came from the Mill She made the goodliest kaâ—ks thereof And backt as faire a houshold loâ—f As ear was seene or set on bord What needes more talke at one bare word The greatest Lady in a sheer She might haue sarued seuen yeer This maide as you do vnderstande With swinging beesome in her hand About the windowes would she prie And where she might a Spider spie Downe went his webb and all his worke The Spider had no place to lorke Nor make his skaffold hie nor loe But that this maiden still would goe Unto a Forme or els a stoel And with some kinde of reatching toel She raught the silly Spiders neast The Spider found no other feast But eurye day foule serued was Somtime he builded neer the glas Somtime full oer his maisters hed Somtime befoer the maydens bed Behind the skreen or on the waâ—ll Somtime in parlor or in hawll In priuey or at portall doer But still this mayde vpon the floer Would fling him flat and clap her foet When that she sawe no other â—oet Upon the Spyder if she might But though he lakt both sens and sight His skrawling legs did help him oft Full soen ye should him see aloft And thear he would a web begyn But all in vayn the foell did spyn For loek what all the night he wrought The maid at moern brought clean to nought This torment still the Spyder had Whan any flye had maed him glad And fell in to the Spyders trap Then should thear faull a fearfull clap A broâ—m or els a littell poell Maco Spyder seek â–ª an other hoell He lust his Fly his house and all In wyndâ— cloes nor open wall He might not dwell he felt such wrong The Spyder thought this yeer full long And wisht that hit wear all ron out That he might reason with the Gowt To heer which of them boeth had felt The better dayes whear they had dwelt The Govvt had found as ill an oest The vereist drudg in all the coest For if he might a penny wyn He labred throw boeth thick and thyn And yet he was an honest man So held in all the parish than A good housholder and a iust But suer he liued not by lust Nor sought his eas to lyg in bed To many a mouth yet gaue he bred And yet I ges nowe by my lyef Neither this man nor yet his wyef Wear worth fiue pounds in reddy gold Though they an honest house did hold At plow and carâ— his goods he gaet He lay not long nor watched laet Nor with ill ruell no surfet found He eat and drank and slept full sound This gruntting grobbe was short thick His face was red as any brick Whear in thear stoed a bottell noes A couple of corns vpon his toes He had which maed him cut his shue He neuer put on garment nue But whan that to the waeks he went He was drest vp like Iack a Lent And coblar like whan he did wortch But when this yoman went to chortch A sleueles iacket than he waer A veluet nightcap half threed baer A chamled dobled
stockt with sylk His short fayer weysht as whit as milk â—ut herein must be vnderstoed His wief was come of gentyll bloed Which would not haue him clad in clouts But whan he moâ—sd with other louts Than â—â—erd she not what he put on His house hit was not maed of stoen The wauls with lyem wear whitted well And thatcht oer hed the troeth to tell The smoâ—k cam forth the thatch somtime But who did on the rafters clyme Should finde fat bakon hanging thear The house could not be kept full fear For Hens and Capons Dogs and Cats About his bed wear many Gnats That hommed still vpon his face And full of myce was eury place Of children had he many a â—en But idell in the house was noen Except it wear an infant yong The maydens to their wheell they song â–ª The Carddars myrry wear also The hyends about the fields did go The Oxen champped in the stawll The pygs lay groutting by the wawll The capuls fed vpon their hay The Hens full many an egge did lay The Gees weare gagglyng on the green And in good order as I ween Wear all things that this poore man had The Gowt therof was very glad And thought to trie him for a yeer And so to tâ—est cold countrey cheer And as the poore man soundly slept In to his ioynts the Gowt he crept Like theef that steals vpon a wyght That ryeds a loen in wynters night So stept the Gowt vnto this man And sought to vexe his body than And hoept when poer man casd his grief That he should â—inde such great relief Such rest such skoep and tak such hold Of man to wander whear he wold Yea suer the Gowt had found a soyll He thought to bring to vtter spoyll But loe as leysy lobber laye A bed and groend in break of daye His wyef so fowll a bawling kept And sayd fie husband you haue slept God knoes awaye boeth wyt and thrift Be God ye must maek better shift To pay our rent our Landlord cries On plowe and cart our wealth must ries And not on stretching in the bed Ye kno your children must be fed Your seruants kept and wagis payd In deed good man I am afrayd That we shall forfeit leace and all And into shaem and beggry fall Ye kno your wyef doth go full baer And loeks so lean with cark and caer She changed hath her collor clean Unto a Peas or partched Bean And wydthers lyek a cock of hey Yea glad to feed on crudds and whey And pintch her belly for your saek And though I chees and butter maek â–ª I sell the saem to maek vs rytch Yet well ye wot we haue not mytch My goown is lyk to go to gaeg The Landlord is in such a raeg He will haue money out of hand He must redeem his morgaegd land That youthfull frysks in hazard brought Tushe man your wife tacks all the thought Not only how to paye the rent But also howe to liue in Lent And get some herrings hoem ye knoe Our stoer is gon full long agoe When fleash and whytmeat waxeth deer A herring cobbe will wake good cheer Among our hynds and children toe Let neighbours witnes what I doe To maintaine houshold in good staet I washe I wryng I watch vp laet I fast I spaer I skrat I skraep And after goods and gayn I gaep Whyels husband â—acks his pleasuer still And hoeps to haue the world at will By sleep and crying out of payn Let ries a blyster or a blayn Upon your littell fingers end Straight for a surgion must you send Your father could taek salt and sut And lyuly lyek a lusly gut A medsin maek for eury soer And neuer would ly down therfor No though in deed the shyn wear broek Fy lie not smearing in the smoek For folysh smarts and stitchis viell The husbandman began to smyell To heer the babbling of his daem But nill he would he world did fraem So awkward wyth this sylly soull That vp he roes and toek a powll In feble hand to stay vpon But busnes sayd he must begon And haeld him out of doer in haest This goodly grubbe with fagot waest Bestoers his ioynts about the feld In things whear on pooer men aer skild And seldome stayd in any place A shaemd in house to hyed his face Or vnder hedge or tree to rest This trobled much his new come gest The gowt I mean but caerles loe Of gowt the poore man trodged thoe Oer hedge and styell he skipt and flang And as the birds on boeshes sang He whistled all the way he went And hoemward for his brekfast sent Whyels hee the Oxen yoeked fast And clyemd the trees to beat down mast For swyen that must in haest be sold And put the skattred sheep in fold He did for sheppard had he noen For loe the greatest flock was goen And needles seruants aer not fyt This man had need pluck vp his wyt To pleas his wyef and pay his due What shuld I longer talk to youe Of his affayrs about he flees As though his hed wear full of bees He ran lyk â—ound that hunts the haer And of the gowt toek littell caer About his work now heer now thear Somtime with Brambuls would he tear His coet his skin and knock his knee Against a stubbe or croked tree And as he after horses ran Somtime fell down this honest man. No soeuer vp but troedgd abowt Theas iobs lyekt not the tender gowt He loekt for pylloes soft and sweet And oyntments for the swollon feet And plaesters warm to humors cold And in fayre clowts to be enrold And not to find such froward faer Well what of that good husbands aer A labring to make vp their mowse And wyn thear bred by sweat of browse As was this wyght wher on I wryt Abroed in field was his delyt In many a shuer and bitter blast And eury day till noen wold fast For wantton will he would not eat But honger sausyd still his meat And seldom roes with belly full His children from his mouth wold pull The bred the chees and other cheer He kept no houshold for a yeer And waested all in littell space But for his lief time in oen cace Ye should his order finde so well To much thear was not near a dell Nor yet to littell as he throue The tyme and world away he droue And maed of peas and bakon sod In eeuen house a banket od A feast that fylde the empty paunch A ioncket that will honger staunch As soen as costly martchpaen fien And Sydor in the steed of wien And that was dronk at hy myd meall A stroek of roest of beef or veall On eury Sonday did he vse And all his hardnes would he skues With maâ—raeg of his doughter Kaet And still he sayd t was better laet To thryue than neuer saue a groet He could on fingers ends by roet Râ—hers
heapps of hazards aer And haâ—dnes great you find with hongrie faer You ward the day and watch the winters night In frost in cold in son and heat also 〈◊〉 aer so bent that labor â—eemeth light 〈…〉 the steed of ioy you welcom woe For wealth you taek sutch Want as doth be fall Noâ— shonning gere of but tasting sorrows all Moer glad â—odie thaâ— liue with blaem or blot Moest redy still whear least is to be got And least exsteemed of all the men that liues Lik hackney hors cast of when torn is sarud Yet aer you thoes that greatest honor giues If world may iudg what soldiars haue dezarud Unto your prince for you aer paell and park To keep the deer and lanterns in the dark To shoe them light that ells at plain noon daye Might stomble down or sleely shrink a waye Who bâ—eds the bront or who bears of the bloes But you a loen yea who doth sho his face In time of need a mong our forrain foes Or boldly saith let me suplye your place Toeshe that 's a taell was neuer hard nor seen That any one to serue a king or quéen Did striue with you or ofred half so much For faem as they who now theas versys tutch Whearfore step out and bear a brantch of bayes In sien of world the victors suer you aer For this I knoe in right respect of praies And worthy lawd may noen with you compaer You may be calâ—e the awâ—ull marshall band The iewels â—â—ye and garlands of the land The budds of faem and blosoms of renowne The contreys hoep and beawty of the crown Now must you mark I mean not hierlings heer Nor sommer birds and swallows for the time That wagis taeks and sarus but oens a yeer And sprowts a whiell as flowrs do in the prime But thoes whoe 's minds and noble manners shoes In peace and warr loe thear a soldior goes Of lief moest cleer of deed and word full Iust In triall still a man of speshall trust Finis THE VVHOLE ORder howe oure Soueraigne Ladye Queene Elizabeth was receyued into the Citie of Bristow and the speaches spoken before her presens at her entry with the residue of versis and matter that might not be spoken for distance of the place but sent in a boek ouer the Waetter At the hie Crosse in a disgised manner stoed Yaem very orderly set forth and spoke as followeth by an excelent boy NO fleet of foet nor swift of wyng nor skarce the thought in brest Nor yet the Arrowe out of Bee nor Wynde that sâ—ld doth rest Compaers with me quick worlds report that som calls Flying Faem A bruet of prayes a blast of pomp a blazer of good naem The only lawd that kyngs do seek a Ioy to â—atch estaet A welcom freend that all men loues and noen a liue doth haet Saluets the Queen of raer renowne whose goodly gifts deuien Throw Earth and Ayre with glory great shall passe this tromp of mien And knowyng of thy commyng heer my duetty had me goe Before vnto this present place the nues therof to shoe No soenner was pronownst the name but Baebs in street gan leap The youth the age the ritch the poer cam runnyng all on heap And clappyng hands cried maynly out O blessed be the owre Our queen is comming to the town with princely trayn and powre Than collors cast they oer the wawls and deckt old howsis gaye Out flue the bags a bout afayrs that long a hording laye A sid they set thear townishe trashe and works of gredy gayen And tornd thear toils to sports and mirth and warlike pastimes playn As shal be seen to morn in feeld if that your highnes pleas Whear duelie haeth deuiesd by art a shoe on land and seas To vtter matter yet vnknown that shall explayned be By sutch dom sights and shoes of war as thear your grace shall se. Thus subiects means to honor prince whoe 's sight they haue enioyd Moest glad hit is thear hap to haue thear saruice so employd ¶ Than FAEM flang vp a great Garland to the reioysyng of the beholders At the next Gaet and neer her highnes lodgyng stoed .iij. other boyes called Salutacion Gratulacion and Obedient goodwil and .ij. of these boyes spake as follows and all they three drue theyr swords whan it was named the hoel staet is reddie to defend agaynst all dissencions a pesable Prynce Salutacion the first boy ALl hayll O plant of grace and speshall sprout of faem Most welcom to this Western coest O Perll and princely daem As loe a custom is whear humble subiects dwels When Prince aprocheth neer their vew for ioy to ryng their bels So all that beareth lief in Bristow now this day Salutes the Queen from deepth of breast with welcom euery way And wee poer silly boyes that cam from skoell of laet Reioyce and clap our hands withall as members of thy staet Our dueties heer to shoe and further moer in déed Thear is a cause whâ—arfore we say thy helpyng hand we need 〈◊〉 is O mightie Queen in waâ— of myrth and sport A master moud â—ween Peace and warre and therfore buylt a Fort. Dissenshon breeds the brawll and that is Pomp and Pried The Fort on law and order stands and still in peace would bied The Warrs is wicked world as by his fruet is seen The Fortres representith peace and takes thy part O Queen It seems the Gods haue sent in this great quarell now A noble Iudge that shall with speed decied the matter throw Gratulation the second boy YEa suer this is a fien that all the gods aboue Taks part with vs and freely heer doth men and childern loue In sutch a sharp conflyet to send to suer a staye That shall surseace Bellonas brags and end our fearfull fray A sottell Snack of laet with sopple sugred words Haeth sleely crept in brestes of men and drawn out naked swords And with his wrangling taells haeth stoâ—rd vp strife ynoughe And drawn the marchant from his traed and plowman from the ploughe Disenshon is his naem that all this mischeef breeds Who still with drosse and roemish dregs blinde peoples humour feeds And maks them mortall sick and sway somtims a sied With wicked warrs and wilfull brawls that should with peace abied But yet O peeâ—les Prince a true and loyall flock Agaynst the prowd presomtuous minds are bâ—nt to stand the shock And swears by sacred Gods not oâ—n within this soyll But reddy aâ—r with lâ—sse of lief to giue thy foes a foyll For prâ—â—f the feble youth and baâ—bs of tender aeg Daer draw their swords in this attempt to corb disorders raeg Sens Englands hoep is com to payse these things in brest We daer not stay her longer heer whose trauell craueth rest ¶ Obedient good will the thyrd boy who could not speak time was so far spent YEt if the Prince wold stay or if men might make choice Of