brainâ—s knowing mâ—ch wrong no right Gote-bearded sweete-fac'd like a Catamite Toung'de Lawyer-like all terme without vacation A Baboonâ—s loynâ—s desiring occupation Crumpe-Cammell-shoulder'd neckt as straight as â—ynx One eye like to a Moll 's t'other like Lynx A Lyons stomack not to fight but feede A Hare in heart and yet a Snaile in speede This is the man whom we Pandorsus call Whose armes or Rebus thus we blasen shall Vpon a statâ—ly wall Saint George doth ride Wanting a horse in pompe and armed pride Beneath there is a Den in that the Dragon This tells his name whose worthy parts we brag on It is his owne deuice let all men know So is the rest which we in order show His Mothers Husband who reputed was His Father being rich and well to passe A wealthy Merchant and an Alderman On forraigne shores did trauâ—ll now and than The whilst a Gallant Souldier new come forth From warre bâ—got this man of mickle worth This gallant Souldier then from â—Belgia brought A wondrous Mandrake with much perill bought Sprung though some thinâ—e it fabulous from seed The gallowâ—s drop for so this roote doth breed Which whilst his mother did in plâ—asure eye Our Moâ—nsurs shape she did concâ—iue thereby Much like that Mandrake writâ—en turning round As from the gallowâ—s he had dropt to ground And lâ—t no douâ—tfull Reader much admire A Myrmidon should be Pandorsus Syre For as there 's none with vs get brauer men Then Lawyers or the tender Citizen So none more cowards gâ—t then those which are Our brauest Spirits most renownde in warre The cause I know not or I list not tell But so it often falles and heere so fell None bolder then Pandorsus Syre then he None fearefuller and yet he needs would be A Souldier where the Muster-booke he fild But fought with none nor ne're saw any kild Artemon was more hardy though afraid Of his owne shadow Wagers haue beene laid That let an enemie fart he would out-run An Irishman for feare t 'had been a gun Where learned Spencer maketh harna'st Feare Afraid the clashing of his armes to heare That apprehension he from hence did gaine Our Monsieur did what Spencer did but faine But stay I haue forgot to let you know His education and to shew you how Being nusled vp in Letters he in sport His time wore out at Schoole and Innes of Court Yet so as once a Gipsie who did looke Vpon his Palme said he should liue by 's booke Which fortune some conceiue hath doubtfull scope As if his booke should saue him from the rope But since he proues it meant another thing That teaching Tongues he should liue like a King And so he now doth liuing as he lust And by his owne will measuring what is iust For being set to Schoole when he was young He of all knowledge learn'd both taile and tongue Th' Italian Latin Spanish and the French He grew as cunning in as at a Wench A Dictionary of all words of Art And Lullies old-ends he hath got by heart Th' apparrell of all knowledge he doth weare And 'bout him Bias-like his wealth doth beare And now growne ripe he doth religion choose That 's most in fashion as our great ones vse But otherwise for truth hee 'le neuer burne Th' aduantage of his wry-necke helps him turne He knowes the way and wills the world ne're doubt That comming raw in hee 'le go rosted out In youth he tooke to Wife a louely Dame Not hight the chast Penelope by name But worthy such an attribute for shee Her wandring loose Vlisses did not see In twenty yeeres and yet t' is thought her bed Shee kept vnstain'd and vn-ad-horn'd his head But what a blessing was he thought a curse His wife had better beene had shee been worse Her goodnesse made him hate her she had dide But that a dozen must be kil'd beside He knew not then as I haue heard him say Th' Italian tricke but the plaine English way Of simple Country poysoning now he knowes To do t by inches Court perfection growes Lopus and Squire are not so skil'd as hee And scarce Romes Conclaue in that mysterie He can a Nullitie worke diuorce the life Twixt soule and body sooner then some wife And if his ricke be knowne men ne're will seeke A doubtfull way by law but do the like His wife thus scap'd a scouring so did he When being merry once in company And passing Smith-field then vnpau'd too late With rich Canary hauing linde his pate The owle-eyde Sharkers spi'd him how he felt To finde a post his meaning soone they smelt And then the sturdiest knaue with sodain'd rush Our wauering Monsieur on his knees did push The whil'st another kindly to him spoke Help't him out of the durt and chang'd his cloke This cloke he wore next day and passing by A Brokers shop the prentice lowde gan cry Sirs stop the theefe the cloake this fellow weares Is mine with that they swarm'd about his eares Conuayde him to a Iustice where one swore He had been branded stagmaticke before Another said he was the man that hung Three dayes beyond Seas as the ballad sang The cause why he his necke awry did hold Was for he hang'd long and was ta'ne downe cold But to the Iustice being throughly knowne For carrying letters where 't must not be showne And for his skill each moderne language speaking And wondrous Art to silence doores from squeaking With losse of his good cloke he slipt the hooke And thus he once was saued by his booke Thus farre I stretch my lines thus farre he liues And more I 'le write when he direction giues But if I die these lines shall be the glasse His worth to shew and how I thankfull was To the ouer-wise ouer-wilfull ouer-curious or ouer-captious Readers I Faine would tell some Tales but I 'de be loth To haue men be so wise to thinke them troth This isâ— wondrous witty age that sees Beyond the truth of things forty degrees Each Riddle now hath Poyson in 't each Rime On the blancke Almanak points at guilty time Aesope must mak no Lyons roare nor Eagles Shrike loude nor wolues râ—â—in nor swift Beagles Yelpe with their slauering lips after the Foxe Nor must he meddle with the Asse or Oxe For feare some querke â—e found to proue he menâ— Vnder those shapes a priuate spleene to vent Against wise vigilant Statists who like Ianus Looke both waies squint and both waies guard and saâ—e vâ— Or that he closely would great Lawyers yerke Who build their neasts with ruines of the kirke Or that he toucht some Church-man who to rise One Steeples height would tell Canonicall lies The Ghost of Virgils Gnat would noâ— sting soâ— That great men durst not in the City go For feare of petty-Chapmen with a Serieant And a sly Yeoman noted in the Margâ—ant If Spencer now were liuing to report His Mother Hubberts tale there would be sport To see him in a blanket tost and
with him so 't was agreed To beare him company Well mote they speed The Man a saddle sets vpon his backe A halâ—er on his head which wit doth lacke What meane you master quoth the simple Asse These will but make me weary as I passe Foole quoth the Man thinke you I le haue my Pageâ— Not suited to the fashions of this age I should be sham'd to sâ—e you neere me stand Without a cloake and bout your neck a band Proud was the silly Asse to heare he stood So high in fauour and doth onward skud With willing pace not like a sleepy snaile But tossing of his eares winching his taile Long trauailde they till to a brook they came Wherein a many siluer fishes swam A bridge was nâ—â—re but Man withheld his eye And would not see the bridge some reason why The Asse went through the water quoth he then All beasts are far more happier than all Men. You are by nature safely cloth'd and armde Gainst cold heat drought and wet we easly harmde With any small annoyance You are free And gainst all these extreames must patient be The Asse being prais'd vpon no ground stood still But must turne backe againe to shew his skill To boast his valour let his Master know All his good parts and sâ—ruices arow Now sir quoth he you on my backe I 'le beare Safe o're this waterâ— Gâ—t vp nothing fearâ— The Man leapt lightly vp Dissimulation Doth neither stirrup nâ—â—d nor great perswasion The Asse doth quickly passe the Riâ—er Then He stayes and prayes him light No sâ—ith the Man Proceed vpon your iourney you can beare I dare not light to fall I stand in fearâ— I 'le kneele then quoth the Asse and down he kneels The Man straight raisde him with his whip and heels O Master quoth the Assâ—â— you promisde meat Youâ— couâ—nant giues no liberty to bâ—at â—oole quoth the Man the word expresly meant Wages for worke impliâ—s a punishmâ—nt For sluggishnesse and sloth make haste away Our businâ—sse and the time permits no stay So on they goe till the Asse now almost tyred Askt pitty of the Man and ease desired Thâ—t the would daigne a little while to light The Man denide it and then laught out-right And doubled blowes with whip with heele staffe O tyrant quoth the Asse dost fight and laugh Are these th' effects of promises and words Is this the peace your law bond faith affords Keep you your couenants thus O man thinke how You make vs traytors when you breake your vow Why quoth the Man my couenants are vnbroke I haue performde whatsere I wrote or spoke I giue you meat my meaning likevvise vvas To giue you blovves if that you plaide the Asse I was to haue your exâ—remâ—nts and sweat I cannot haue those but by vvorke and heat Therefore I ride you You were to attend In all my iourneyes on me like a friend And vvhat is liker to a friend I pray Then a mans drudge that toyles both night day That carries him through thicke and thin vvith paine And a sure stud for all turnes doth remaineâ— O quoth the Assâ— the vvorld vvas neuer good Since other on mentall reseruation stood I only vvas to beare you company True quoth the Man to beare that 's carry me O damn'd equiuocation vvho at first quoth the poore Asse this double Doctrine nurst No Merchant Tradesman Lavvyer nor Diuine Though much froÌ„ truth they warp froÌ„ grace decline Could be the aâ—thors of this ample euill But truthes professed foe that iâ—gling deuill That Diuell who taught it first and practiz'd too In paridise vnto our generall woe That Diuell which doth renue in euery age By this alone his kingdome and image For without this his kingdome would decay And without this his image weare away This onely murthers truth opposeth faith Deceiuing whether true or false it saith If true we dare not trust it fearing ill If false like truth it looks and tempts vs will Quoth Man thou preachest well and well mightst passe Couldst thou speake Latin too to say a Masse Thy folly was in fault rashly to draw Thy articles without aduice at law There wanted stops pricks letters here and there And by your leaue some words the truth to cleere Nay quoth the Asse had euery word stop letter Been left vnwritten my estate were better This is the plague when power expoundeth lawes Not as the truth requires but as the cause When euery letter may an error breed To helpe the rich and begger such as need When tyrants do capitulate and treat Not to conclude but to deceiue and cheat When your false minds are candi'de ore with words As your gay sheathes conceale your bloody swords Now quoth the Man I thinke that Balaams Asse Or golden Apuly's thy Tutor was Thou art so eloquent so learned witty As if thou hadst been taught in Athens Citty In Athens quoth the Asse now I espie You speake no truth but when yee thinke to lie I was a Cockny once of noble blood Traind vp in Athens Court and in the flood of pleasure bathde my youth but not in Art Which causde this transformation teares and smart Yet went our Master and was well allowdeâ— With many of my kin in that thicke crowde When Philip did so learnedly dispute And made Demost â—enes with wonder mute I was in fauour then and then did passe For braue and wise though now I be an Asse For no Man ought to iudge by forme or face By fauour or imployment or by place Which are the wise and foolish Dunces oft â—Passe by great doctors Baboones leap aloft And they may proue like me liâ—e to be switcht If they my fortune meet to be bewitcht How I bewitched was you now shall heare There is no true accomplisht Caualere That hath not trauailde And the'rs few of these Which scape bewitching passing ouer Seas When I first trauail'd my braue Spirit did moue T' attempt great Ladies and to purchace loue I purcha'st loue so long till all I had Was purcha'st from me and my selfe full glad To leaue both Court and Citie and to try A better Country fortune to espie With much much toyle and many courtly shifts At length I did arriue mongst craggy clifts And barraine rocks t' a smoaky house which stood Alone besides a fearefull desart wood There with a wither'd witch I long time staid A Bel-dame that had been Medeâ—es maid She turn'd me to an Asse that very day Th' Odcombian wit did odly scape away He may his good shooes praise pray for his heeles By those he scap't And yet I feare he feeles His braine was turning if he euer passe That way againe he will turne perfect Asse And so will many more as well as I Except they stop their eares as they passe by No quoth the Man this is a pretty fable Fitting the end so neere vnto the stable I le now alight we two are perfect friends My iourney and thy
PHILOMYTHIE or PHILOMYTHOLOGIE wherin Outlandish Birds Beasts and Fishes are taught to speake true English plainely By Tho Scot Gent. Philomithus est aliquo modo philosophus fabula enim ex miris constituitur The second edition much inlarged LONDON for Francis Constable at the white Lyon in Paules church yard 1622 TORTI TOTO MVNDO A PRAEMONITION TO THE INTELLIGENT READER Lest hee finding his affection or opinion crost in the praise or dispraise of some particular should thereby be drawn to reade or reiect the rest with Praeiudice WHO safely in the streame would swim Must free from weeds keepe euery lym Lest slâ—â—e vnto himselfe he grow And vulgar humour drawes him low Or vâ—nâ—ring in the deeps too weake Opinions windie bladder breake We ought both in our selues and friends To hate all acts with doubtfull ends And loue euen in our foes the good Which may be seuer'd from their blood And if the times mislead vs so To sooth those sinnes we would not do At least like free-men let vs thinke What 's good and bad although we winke To this free nature if you finde These busie papers much inclinde Yet pardon them and iâ—dge arâ—ght A free man not a slaue did write Reade for your pleasure close the Booke On th' innocent out side all may looke Th' intelligent within may prie But barre th' Intelligencers eye THOMAS SCOT SARCASMOS MVNDO OR The Frontispice explaned HOw apt is Man to erre Antiquitie Thinks it sees right and yet sees all awry Our sight is impotâ—nt the helpe we haue By Art-full spâ—ctacles doth much dâ—praue The truth of obiects And tradition saith Bookes vse to lyâ— And Bookes dâ—ny her faith Ecclipses of the Sunnâ— were wonders thought Till sage Milesiâ—â— the cause out-sought And man had not the wit to make a doubt Of halfe the world till fortune found it out But what this Age hath sâ—ene makes that sâ—eme truth The laughing wiseman wrote which made the youth Shed teares to reade it that more worlds remaine Still vndiscouer'd then are yet made plaine Deâ—pe diuing Paracelâ—us findes the ground With minerals and mettals to abound More proper for our humors then the weedâ—sâ— Hearbs plants flowers which spring from weaker seedsâ— This earth we liue on and do stedfast call Copernicus proues gidâ—y-brainde and all Those other bodies whose swift motions we So wonder at he setled finds to be Till sanctifi'd Ignatius and his brood Found out the lawfull way of shedding blood And prou'd it plainly that a sâ—biâ—ct might Murther â—is Prince we fondly vsde t' indite Such persons of high treason Now before them We kneele we pray we worship and adore them For with their merits now w'arâ— morâ— acquaintâ—d And know for zealous Paâ—riotâ— they are sâ—incted His power that doth it till of latâ— we doâ—bted But now who quâ—stions it to death are floutâ—d Thâ—n lâ—t what I propound no wonder sâ—eme Though doting age new truthes do disesteeme For time may makâ— it plaine and reason too May beare it out though sure with much adoe Causes forâ—gâ—â—â—ffâ—cts by course of kinde Yet first th' â—ffâ—ct and then the cause we finde And so much I do here propound the thing But strongâ—r reason afâ—â—r-times may bring Attend my Doctrine then I say this Earth On which we tread from whence we take our birth Is not as some haue thought proportion'd round And Globe-liâ—e with sâ—ch zonâ—s and girdles bound As Poets or more lyerâ— Trâ—uâ—llâ—rs sâ—y But shapâ—d awry and lookes another way It is a monstrous Creature like a Mâ—n Thrust altogâ—ther on a heape we can Distinguisâ— no part goggle cyes wide mouth Eares that reach both the poles from north to south Crump-shouldrâ—d breast back thighs together The legs and feet all one if it hath â—ither In breefe it is the greatest Master Dâ—uill Throâ—ne downe from heauen in whose wombâ— euery cuill Is radically fixt and from thence springs Infusing natiuâ— euill in all such things As it doth breâ—d and nourish The place of Hâ—ll Is in his wombe there lesser deuils dwell And when he stirres a limme or breakâ—th winde We call 't an earth-quake and the danger finde Kings Emperours and mighty mâ—n that tread In â—ighest state are lâ—ce vpon his head The Pope and all his traine are skipping â—leas That know no bounds but lâ—ape lands-law and seasâ— The râ—st are nits or body-lycâ— that craule Out of his sweat sâ—ch vermin are we all From heauen this monster fell and now doth lye Bruzde with the fall past all recouery Neither aliue nor dead nor whole nor sound Sinking and swimming in a sea profound Of sinnâ— and punishment of paine and terror Of learnâ—d ignorance and knowing error No wonder then that we who liuâ— and dye On cursâ—d earth do all things thus awry Being monstrous in our mannâ—rs and our minds And mixing in the lust-full change of kinds That we are full of passions doubts and feares And daily fâ—ll together by the eares No wonder that the Clâ—rgie would be Kings Kings Church-men Lords and Ladies equall things So like in painting spotting starching all That Ladies Loâ—ds and Lords we Madams call For euen as Hares change shape and sex some sâ—y Once â—uery yeare these whores do euâ—ry day So that Hirquittall and his wife were waken By Succubus and Incubus mistaken No wonder that Diuines the Parasites play In ieast and earnest Actors euery way No wondâ—r that some theâ—ues doe Lawyers proue Since all these euils by course of nature moue So fâ—rre that it is questionâ—d ' mongst the wise Which now is vertue and which now is vice Two Crooâ—backs not the third Dick Gloster hight We will haue none of him for he would fight Debate this question each assumes his part Aesope for vertue stands and all his art Is to instruct the world to leaue the sinne And folly which it lyes incompast in Weâ—ps to behold it circled so with vices Whose serpentine and poysond sting inticâ—s To fâ—ding pleasure and to deadly paine By vse soone caught but hardly left againâ— He wries his necke at earth but 't is to see How out of order euery part will bee He wills each Râ—â—der if my tales be darke To iudge the best the morall still to marke And wâ—ere they finde a doubtfull meaning there To hold an euâ—n course and with compassâ— stere But where strict rigor might inforce a doubt Tâ—incline to â—auour and to helpe me out On th' other side doth learned â—ortâ—s stand Concomitant and beares the world in hand That Aesope and some Stigmaticks beside In shape and wit did call well-fauour'd Pride A vice because themselues were so deform'd At euery pleasure they with malice storm'd But wiser much he doth with better face With equall wit worth knowledge but lesse grace Confront such fond assertions lookes awry On all the world of vertue giues the lye To iudgement and with crooked minde and backe Tâ—â—â—sites-like vnloades this learned packe He teacheth
wisdoms better part When all was Chaos first the Center stood And all the solide parts call'd Earth The flood Was next being ponderous The ayre flew higher And as a hedge to all was placed fire What first was plac'd was worthiest brought fortâ— The first of creatures and best things of worth And first it brought forth things that were below The roote had life before the fruit did gâ—ow And we earths darlings had our shape within Ere you without Nor doe th' effects of sin Ambitious sin which light and'knowledge sought And fondly curious blinde obedience thought A base director so afflict and kill Vs hâ—re within as you who share in ill Of punishment and guilt with foolish man Yet no way from his rule acquit ye can You dwell with him and dye with him But we Are earth by nature procreated free And our forefathers customes still obay Doe as they did and follow their blind way Not striuing busily our wits t' approue By searching doubts but rather shew our loue By louing euâ—n their errors that are gone Or reuerently beleeuing they had none Our dyet is most choice on rootes to feed And rellish first the sweet of euery seed You liue on th' excrement and do not know That fundamentall vertue springs below Besides you liue like slaues but I am free Though bloudy-minded Man oft seeks for me The Lyoâ— did pretend because I haue Foure feet that I by nature was his slaue He call'd for this a Councell sent for me To sweare to his seruile supremacie But I refusing th' othe to spite him more Did vndermine his Councell-chamber flore And had not light damn d light my plot bewraideâ— He had to hell sâ—nke by the traine I laide But light discouered me and since that deed I loath light more and so in darknesse breed Darknes thou sweet companion friend of sleepe How I delight in thee With thee doth keepe All that man seeks for euery secret plot Darke mysterie close sttatagem what not Inuisible wealth with treasures manifold But chiefe Mans soule his god almighty gold This Man knowes well and knowing learnes of me To dig and delue till in his graue he be Then all proclaime him happy say he is At peace and rest and doth emoy all blisse And such say truth for he returnes againe To his first being and doth so remaine Contentment with darke ignorance doth dwell And light and knowledge only maketh hell Then without farther strife liue all with mee If you will taste no paines nor errors see The changeable Chamelion laught out-right To heare the blinde Mole raile so much at light And said Your darker spirits can't conceiue The blessed fruit that we from light receiue Let fooles depend on faith implicatiue Wise-men into the depth of truth will diue Darknesse and ignorance which you suppose Had an eternall being are the foes Of all eternall beings and indeed Are voide in nature without fruit root seed Darknesse is but the absence of cleare light As error is the ignorance of right So these two are vacuities want being Not seene by others nor yet others seeing From nothing nothing springs something there was From whence this vniuersall frame this Masse Of strange agreeing contrarieties Had essence and 't was something that had eyes For sure it was not ignorance nor night They could not see to order things so right But it was knowledge wisedome light and truth Figur'd in mature age and actiue youth The priuiledge you plead Antiquitie Proues onely that of old you vs de to lye And that all truth you hate for truth doth run Still to the light and you the light do shun And where you challenge your creation first It is not like Nature would make the worst Before the best except this can preferre Your claime that as young workemen vse to erre In their first workes so Nature first did try To make right eyes by making yours awry Much rather truth it is she did bestow Labour in framing others but for you She left you to corruption night and chance Which made youâ— eies such such your countenance And your tame-blinde obedience well befits Such earth-bred doltish dull and sluggish wits But ayerie Spirits acquainted with the light Will not be led by custome from the right No loue no friends no predecessor shall Peruert their iudgements they examine all And for the food ye boast to eat boast still No root herbe fruit of yours I handle will They are corrâ—pted Ayre doth only giue True nourishment and happiest meanes to liue The sick-man shewes this who the weather fayre Remooues for health from close to th' open ayre And for the light your death doth it approoue When onlâ— then your eyes are seen to moue Then you begin to see and loath the kinde Which being blind themselues brought you vp blind Bereauing you of many a blesâ—ed sight Which we enioy â—ho loue and liue in light Your freedom from all beasts I like T' is ill â—o be sâ—biâ—cted to anothers will Bâ—t that to your superiors I do hate And therefore am exilde from euery state I liue a poore thin creature by the ayer My selfe I feed with hopes others with prayer My eyes I oft lift vp and roole about Dâ—siring to be sâ—en to be dâ—uout But neither with my bulke nor with my backe Supply the lâ—ast defect of others lacke I beare no Wooli to clothe no flesh to feed Let shâ—ep and Calues relecue the poore that need I rauisht go with a distracted looke Aâ—d turne my mind still as I turne my booke My will doth lead my conscience not my wit And euery riddle for my purpose fit Hating whats'ere is old I loue the new And to all purposes change my ready hue My flesh is low my spirit high and prowd Doth contradict what order hath allow'd I fast when others feast feast when they fast And with Angelicall food I do out-last All Gormandizâ—rs Come then liue with me All that loue life and light and would be free The Salamander hearing this discourse Sayd Sure you both do argue without force Darke ignorance our nature doth contemne And curious search wise Magistrates condemne By blindnesse we our wants and dotage shew To those not reuerence but reproch is due Not priuatiue blindnâ—sse our antiquitie showes But onely that which by long seeing growes But you blinde Mole do ignorance affect Which breeds derision scorne and dis-respect For what a senselâ—sse part is this in you Your fathers â—aults and errours to allow And not much rather to reforme your owne By shunning the defects which they haue showne Your food is grosse and earthly dirt and mould Mixt with old roots do much corruption hold Yet though they gin to die with age and wither The good with bad being old you cram togither This makes my fiery spirit scorne to keep Iâ— your darke celles where knowledge seems to sleep But you Chameleon with a hand too
yet at each corner stand Who still loue truth in spite of thy command Their heads look south because the wind blows there Thy taile stands south thy head the winde doth feareâ— Ill might he fare that in Alcedos place Set thee who springest from a bloudy racâ— His error and thy pedigree behold As it in ancient story is inrould A trayt'rous Slaue his Master hauing slaine Did sole Commander of the world remaine But whilst he slept a chickin of that Cocke Which Cephas check't when he denyde the rocke And forc't him to repent to sigh and weep Did with his voyce the murtherer wake from sleep And would not suffer him to rest in sin But he would rouse his conscience still withinâ— This Murtherer a Cocke of kinde did get And him to kill this kinder Cocke did set Who soone perform'd the taske he tooke in hand For Chauntecleer would â—uffer not withstand He watchfull was and tended his vocation To stirre vp others to their occupation He lou'd the pearle more then the barley corne To crow and not to quarrell he was borne So he was slamâ— and slaine by one of those From whence thy proud succession strangely rose Who hight Alectrion and while-ere had bin The Pandor vnto Mars and Venus sin And then being Captaine of great Mars his guard Stood Sentinel and kept both watch and ward For feare that Phoebus all discouering eye Should them vnwares at their stolne pleasure spie But ouert'ane with sleep he did not wake Till Vulcans net did both the lechers take For which the angry God inragâ—d and mad His sleeping souldier all in feathers clad His sword turn'd spurrâ—s himselfe a Cocke of kinde His armes and body changde but not his minde That 's bloody still and too far prone to sight Without respect of persons cause or right Elsâ— would he ne're haue been so mad to kill A harmeles Cocke who had no thought of ill But him he falsely slew and hauing â—â—aine Did for this murther of a murtherer gaine Too great preferment to be set vp heere In t iumph t'ouersee all farre and neere To be ador'de with vniuersall praise And triple crownd with Oliue Oake and Bayes Him thou succeed'st both in thy minde and place An armed Champion of that yron race A Souldier none of his whose badge thou bear'st But rather one of his whose crowne thou wear'st Thy narrow heeles are sharpe thy tongue is short To prey and not to prayer fit t'exhort Thou wilt not crow to roâ—se the world from sleep But with thy silent charmes it drunken keepe When thou most seruant-like thy head dost beare Downe to the ground then Cockes their crownes maâ— feare Thou seek'st a fained quarrell then to pick And wilt with both wings mount with both heeles strickâ— At euery feather come stab either spur Vp to the hilts and furiously bestur Thy ready parts t' attaine thy bloody end And all the world to thy owne scope to bend Thou trumpet'st warres and curses ouer all And ouer-câ—owes but wilt not crow to call Thy selfe and others of thy ranke and place From looking on the Earth to view the fâ—ce Of the all-searching Sunne and by his light To measure truly what is wrong and right The Cock is kil'd that Peter caus de to weepe Thâ— Petrean Pastor now may safely sleep â—leepe though he hath deni'd his master too â—or none tâ—admonish him hath ought to doo Crauen awake behold how I deride â—â—y mutabilitie thy sloth thy pride â—â—ou stand'st where he stood who claim'd all the world â—â—d shalt with him from that steep heighâ— be hurld â—bout thy head each prating bird that perks â—aâ—e take the name and place of learned Clerks And vnâ—o royall Eagles offer lawes â—Vhen each eye sees they are but iangling dawes And though all Lyons in the desart feare And crouch when they thy crowing voice do heareâ— Our Lyon scornes thee when he heares thee crow And with his â—oaring voice the world doth show How poore thou art how cowardly how weake Who shak'st treÌ„blest when thou hear'st him speak And yet how proud art thou t' vsurpe a place Of iudgement ouer me in this darke case And to prefer the Clock for want of wit VVhen I should be the iudge of thee and it The Sexton comes hee 'le mend all this anone VVith that the angry Clocke in rage strooke one The Sexton came indeed and one did tell Look't on the Diall saw all was not well For that said twelue the Clock said one and past He tooke the weights off which causâ—d too much hast Suruaide the wheeles for there the fault might be And found some cog supply the place of three Some wheâ—les were taken off and borne to Court To trundle vp and downe and there make sport And some with dust and rust were duld and foild And some stood vselesse so the Clocke was spoild Which to reforme he mends the wheels forthwitâ— Files oyles and beats them throughly on a stith Makes weights and wyere fit then by the Sunne Sets the new course which it doth truly runne Then going vp the steeples top he spies The weather-cocke how palpably it lies For at each Corner the Kings-fishers stood Full South and that the Dial prooued good But the fond Weather-cocke being wâ—ather-wise From the Calme blast turn'd his scornefull eyes The Sexton tooke him downe and straight did see An easie way how he might mended be His head was too too great with 3. combes crownde Which euer when the wind blew turn'd him round His taile was too too weake when euery feather Was bent with storms and broken with the weather The Sexton cut his crownes and gaue more saile With them and with the spurs vnto his tayle So humbled now in habite looke and minde He waites with due obedience on the winde Knowes his high place was not to rule but serue And means no more from this strict course to swerueâ— This tale no mortall needs it is not darke But points a worke fit for our learned Clarke Who by the Dyal may reforme the Clocke And by kings fishers turne the Weather-cocke We haue the winde to helpe vs and the Sunne And works are halfe accomplisht when begun Then who 'le begin who is on our side who Where words winde writings faile resolue to Doe I had thought this Tale should haue needed no other â—ongue then it s owne to bee rightly vnderstood But because I see it too misty for some apprehensions whose wills are as desirous as others to know truth I haue added this by way of illustration to enlighten such as accept well of my good meaning which is to informe others according to that which I haue receiâ—ed and to be reformed where I erre my selfe 1. First the teaching part of the militant Church which consists of the Clergie I haue vayled vnder the Clâ—ckeâ— The wheeles are the distinct degrees and offices they enâ—oy of superioritie and inferioritie wherein the