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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16768	Pasquils mad-cap· And his message.; Pasquils mad-cap. Part 1	Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626?	1600 (1600)	STC 3675; ESTC S123326	14,364	50

For time will come that all wil come to light Do not perswade a foole that he is wise Nor make a Beggar thinke he is a King Say not a Mole can see that hath no eies Nor starke dead stockes haue any power to spring For while that Logicke would maintaine a lie T is easely found out in Philosophie Tell idle eies that know not how to looke Their wanton thoughts will worke them nought but woes Tell addle wittes that haue the world mistooke Vnbrideled willes are Reasons ouerthrowes While onely Trueth that walkes by Wisedomes line Happieth the heart and makes the soule diuine Goe to the Court and tell your gratious Queene That in her loue her land hath blessed beene And tell her land that you haue truely seene No Court on earth more graced in a Queene Where Vertue giues a kinde of heauenly Crowne That all the world can neuer tumble downe There tell the Lordes and Ladies in their eares They must be loyall in their humble loues The fairest Badge that Honor euer beares Is in a crowne a nest of Turtle-doues The crowne of Lawrell that can neuer wither The Birdes in loue that liue and die togither There tell the Courtier he doth kindely serue That of his curtsie cannot make a cloake Where Bounties hand doth honor best deserue That giues rewarde before the word be spoke And tell the Gallants that will seeke for Graces Chaste modest eies best figure Angells faces Goe bidde the Lawyers looke their Common places And where they know the trueth there giue the right For God himselfe who heares the poore mans cases VVill giue a day vnto their darkest night When in the booke that doth all thoughts disclose Their soules shall see whereto iniustice growes Goe to the learned Vniuersities And tell the Schollers of the losse of time Bidde them beware of too much liberties Best thriuing plants are tended in their prime And bidde them first goe read the rules of Grace That lower blessings may come on a pace Tell country Players that old paltry iests Pronounced in a painted motley coate Fills all the world so full of Cuckoes nests That Nightingales can scarcely sing a note Oh bidde them turne their minds to better meanings Fields are ill sowne that giue no better gleanings Goe tell the Fidlers that doe haunt the Faires They are but coales to kindle wicked fires Where onely Pence do make vnequall paires Performe the actions of vncleane desires When in an Ale-house in a drunken pot The diuell daunceth though they see him not Goe tell the Swaggrers that doe vse to sweare Heere or in hell their mouthes will sure bee stopt And tell the theeues that robbe without a feare That Tiborne trees must once a month be topt And tell the cluster of the damned Crue Such hell hounds heauen out of her mouth doeth spue Bidde each Diuine goe closely to his booke And truly teach the comforts of the soule And to his life to haue a carefull looke Knowing what actions Angels doe enrowle And tell them truly that diuinitie VVith worldly loue hath no affinitie Feed not the Souldiour with delight of blood VVhile Mercie is the honour of a field And tell the Merchant that ill-gotten good A wretched life a wofull end will yeeld And tell the Miser vsurer of monie His soule is poisoned with his bodies honie Goe tell the Craftes-man of his craftie worke And that his cousoning one day will decay For long the Fox may in his borow lurke That may be catcht in hunting for his pray And whereas truth can onely beare a blame Falshoode must runne and hide her face for shame Goe tell the Fencer with his deadly foine That Caine and Abel yet are currant weight VVhere is more easie for to part than ioine The soule and bodie by a wicked sleight VVhile secret Murther in the sinners brest VVill neuer let the foule to be at rest Goe tell the Beggar at the Rich mans gate That Lazarus in Abrahams bosome liues And tell the Rich that Diues wofull state Doth shew what almes lacke of Pittie giues And tell the VVise that Salomon is dead VVhile wilfull Fancie brings a Foole to bedde Goe bid the Iailour looke vnto his charge And not be cruell where he may be kinde For though a prisoner be not set at large Yet in his sorrow let him comfort finde That when the soule at Mercies doore doth knocke Pittie on earth may ope the heau'nly locke Goe to the prisoner that doth liue opprest And tell him Patience is a heau'nly power That in all troubles giues the Spirit rest And makes it happie in a heau'nly hower When true Remorce that Vertues griefe doeth see From Care and Sorrow soone will set him free Goe tell the wretch that would and cannot thriue That his endeuour standeth for a deede And bid the sicke man in his soule reuiue While Angells ioyes on sinners teares do feede And tell the soule that mourneth for her sinne Heau'n gates stand open for to let her in Tell not the Crow that she is lillie white Because a Painter colourd hath her coate Nor say a Cuckoe hath in musicke sight Because in Maie she hittes vpon a noate But say the Crow is blacke the Cuckoe's hoarse The finest carkasse will be but a coarse Tell Aesopes Pig that Flies with Peacockes feathers They are but stolne or borrowed not her owne And tell the shippe that sailes in roughest weather Vpon a Rocke she may be ouerthrowne And tell the Hart that will not keepe the wood To graze too farre will doe him little good Goe tell the Poets that their pidling rimes Begin apace to grow out of request While wanton humours in their idle times Can make of Loue but as a laughing iest And tell prose-Writers Stories are so stale That pennie Ballads make a better sale Goe tell the Authors of high Tragedies That bloudlesse quarrells are but merry fights And such as best conceit their Comedies Do feede their fancies but with fond delights Where toyes will shew that figure Trueths intention They spoile their spirites with two much inuention Goe bid the Scriuener looke in his Indentures That no ill couenant a conueiance marre And tell the Sailer that in Sea aduentures A shippe ill guided splits vpon a barre And tell the Fisher when he layes his nets He fisheth ill that but a Gudgin gets Goe tell the Iugglers that their iests are toies Where Wisedome seeth the woorth of little wit Their exercises but for girles and boies That watch the Gander while the Goose doth sit Their trickes but trifles bred by wickednesse But to deceiue the eie of simplenesse Goe tell the Pander and the Parasite The one his tongue is like the others minde The Parasite without a tooth can bite The Pander liues in a more loathsome kinde The one his facultie is flatterie The other liues by fitthie Lecherie Goe tell the traitor if thou hitst of any That Iudas is a prologue to their play And tell the world

discretion can direct a campe If he haue nothing for himselfe reseru'de To warme his ioints when he hath got the Crampe He shall haue little Oyle vnto his Lampe But in a iacket and a paire of broags Goe passe among the companie of roags But if he can make money of his men And his Lieutenant to supply his place Although the Cocke be of a Crauen henne And dare not meete a Capon in the face Yet if he can be garded with gold lace And sweare and swagger with a siluer sword Who would not feare a stabbe for a foule word And yet this swappes that neuer bloudied sword Is but a coward braue it as he list And though he sweare and stare to keepe his word He wil but loose his Armour in the Lift Or take the Cuffe and kindly kisse the fist Stolne honor is a iest of Chiualrie And vnto valure open iniurie While he that ventures lands and goods and life To shew the vertue of a valiant heart And leaues his house his children and his wife And from his countries quiet will depart To passe the pikes of Dangers deadly smart He is the souldior be he nere so poore May write Disgrace vpon the cowards doore But for the Lordes and Generalls of fields The Sergeant Maiors Colonells and such Marshalls and Captaines that in Vertues shields Do beare the truth of Valures honors tuch In good of them I cannot say too much If all their armour were of pearle and gold That by desert the due of knighthood hold Take an odde Vicar in a village towne That onely prayes for plentie and for peace If he can get him but a threed bare gowne And tyth a Pigge and eate a Goose in grease And set his hand vnto his neighbours lease And bid the Clearke on Sondaies ring the bell He is a church-man fittes the parish well But if he get a Benefice of worth That may maintaine good hospitalitie And in the pulpit bring a figure forth Of Faith and Workes with a formalitie And tell a knaue of an ill qualitie If with his preaching he can fil the purse He is a good man God send nere a worse But yet this simple idle headed Asse That scarce hath learnd to spell the Hebrew names Sir Iohn Lacke-latine with a face of brasse Who all by roate his poore collations frames And after seruice falles to ale-house games How ere his wit may giue the foole the lurch He is not fit to gouerne in the church While he that spends the labour of his youth But in the booke of the Eternall blisse And can and will deliuer but the truth In which the hope of highest comfort is That cannot leade the faithfull soule amisse Howeuer so his state of wealth decline Deserues the title of the true diuine I do not speake of Bishops nor of Deanes Nor learned docters in Diuinitie For they are men that rise by godly meanes Who with the world haue no affinitie But in the worship of the Trinitie Their times their braines their loues and liues do spend To gaine the honour that shall neuer end Take but a Peti-fogger in the Law That scarce a line of Littleton hath read If he hath learnd the cunning how to claw His Clients backe and bring a foole to bed With beating toyes and trifles in his head His golden fees will get him such a grace A better Lawyer shall not crosse his case But be a poore man neuer so well read In all the quirkes and quiddittes of Law And beate his braines and weary out his head Till he haue prou'de a Dunce to be a Daw Yet wil his skill be held not worth a straw And he perhaps in pleading of his case With floutes and scoffes be shouldred out of place But let that pidling peti-fogging Iacke That faine would seeme a Lawyer at the lest Be nere so busie in a beggars packe And light vpon the card that likes him best Yet shal you see in setting vp his rest In all the game whoso doe loose or saue His tricke wil alwaies fall vpon the Knaue While he that hath the honest Case in hand And learnedly can iudge twixt right and wrong And doth vpon the care of conscience stand And knowes that Sorrow's the Afflicteds song Biddes Iustice not the poore mans griefe prolong But hateth Bribes to heare the Trueth approued He is the Lawyer worthie to be loued But for the Lords and Iudges of the Law They looke into the Matter not the Men They know the mettall if they see the flaw And iudge the marish if they see the Fenne They know both what and how and where and when And are as gods on earth to the distressed To giue the right and see the wrong redressed But for our gentle Iustices of peace That but the chaire of Charitie doe keepe By whose great wisdome many quarrels cease And honest people doe in quiet sleepe While their commaund both watch and ward doth keepe I say no more but God preserue their health They are good members in a Common-wealth Say Coine can make a Painter draw face a He cannot giue it life doe what he can And though that Coine can giue an outward grace It cannot make a knaue an honest man It cannot turne the cat so in the pan But he that hath his eies may easily finde The difference twixt the bodie and the minde Take him that is disfigured in the face And woorse in minde and euery where to blame He shall be but the subiect of Disgrace How euer Fortune doe his shaddow frame And in Loues triumph but a laughing game For neuer Mastiffe curre will be a Beagle Nor euer Owle will grow to be an Eagle Looke on a fellow with a filthie face Snow on his head and frost vpon his beard And euery where so furnisht with disgrace As well might make a seely foole afeard And like a Smith with sea-coale all befmeard Yet if he haue his working toole of gold Venus will helpe to strike if Vulcan hold Let but a fellow in a fox-furrde gowne A greasie night-cap and a driueled beard Grow but the Bailiffe of a fisher towne And haue a matter fore him to be heard Will not his frowne make halfe a streete afeard Yea and the greatest Codshead gape for feare He shall be swallowed by the vgly beare Looke but on Beggars going to the Stockes How masse Constable can march before them And while the Beadle maketh fast the lockes How brauely he can knaue them and be-whore them And not affoord one word of pittie for them When it may be poore honest seely people Must make the Church make curtsie to the Steeple Note but the Beadle of a beggars Spittle How in his place he can himselfe aduance And wil not of his Title loose a tittle If any matters come in variance To trie the credite of his countenance For whatsoeuer the poore beggars say His is the word must carry all away Why let a begger but on cock-horse sit