neerer hande He ment and bent his forces he against the Irish landes But what this Marquesse left vndone Mack Morice he contryuâ—d And hotly gan pursue the charge But ah it neuer thryu'd For Martyrlyke â–ª he lost his head a losse in deede to wayle Sithe holy Father through this losse of his intent dooth fayle Great Sacks of newes are poured forth in that same worthy walke And knauish knackes are there deâ—nsde whilst that they stately stalck About the place lyke honest men and subiects true of hart From that same place doe rumors rise Gods truth to ouerthwart From that same place doe slaunders come and vile reprochful lyes Against Gods word and Preachers true From that same corner flyes Lewde skoffing testes and taunting tales there doe these Rebels coyne Their suttle drifts and noysome tales Yea there doe they conioyne And cleaue like burres with solemne vow the truth for to resist And doubt ther 's none for why I thinke that they will so persist Untill that Sathan snatch them hence the Graundsire great of lyes And till through want of vitall breath they may no more deuise What kinde of men be these I praye that thus themselues in vre What are they open foes profest that by these meanes procure The slaunder of the certaine truth and teachers of the same Or Ipocrites that couertly the Ghospell doe diffame Once Bertulph t ys well knowne to thée that small restraint there is For papistes tongues that proudly prate how ere they gabbe amisse They talke from feare of check at large But yet of them there bée That prease amongst professors true and well with them agrée For why their lyuings so doe lye that but they seemed such They neuer coulde aspire so high nor yet obtaine so much As now they doe O Ianus Jacks and double faced Dogs O wylie wincking wyzard Woolues O grunting groyning Hogs These men I say forsweare them selues As periurde Papistes do They graunt the Quéene is supreme head and murmure at it to But what of that fine fled heads well fraught with trim deuise And ciuile sleights without remorse suche scruples count vnwise And so through sharpe and wylie wits And through farre fetching braines They mount aloft to honors tipe and come by greatest gaines And these be they that vnder hande the trueth do still annoy And let the working of the worde in such as might enioy The sweetest salue of sauing health Such lay the lothsome snares And when good seede is sowne forthwith such men sowe noysome fares Yea such I say as to my tale lay waite by wylie wayes For Nummus and to get the same are prest at all assayes These be supporting purueyors for Papistes nowe supprest These ranckly feede the pamperd Swyne vpstalled in their nest These foyson bring and brokers set through bend of popishe crew And these men foster Balamites To whome reuenge is dew These men are sale abettors of the cursed Priests of Baall And these men shauelings doe suffulse which else wolde haue a fall I st meruaile though they cranckly crowe well lodged in their cage With prouen prickt y st meruaile now That thus the Tigars rage What neede haue they to yelde theÌ„selues vnto their lawfull Queene For what intent should subiectes they at any time be seene They want nothing no pleasant lodge of viands they abounde Both Uenion Wine and finest cates almoste that may be sounde They doe enioy yea and such store as true report doth saye That rather than the poore shoulde haat they cast their scraps awaye And in good sooth their welth is such and dainty fare so ryfe That worldlings wil not blame their wit to leade such captiue lyfe And fooles they were if they woulde not be persecuted so Yea some of them so sore be hurt that broade they ryde and go They walke and wallow at their will they hawke and hunt yféere With such as haue the charge of them they quatâ—e and make good chéere Set Cock on hoope with hoape that once a dare shall paye for all Meane time they wil not die through care nor from their treason fall Why Pawle quoth Bertulph mercy will perhaps so pierce their hart That through the mercye of the Prince they will to trueth conuart Nay Bertulph t ys so farre that they with mercye shoulde be wonne That vauntingly they bragge and saye bounde dutie will haue done All that is done and thus they crake that if the Queene by lawe Or conscience coulde them gyltie dampne she woulde not stande in awe To send them to their doome nor to restraine their tongues so loose Thus bleate the Popish Balamites thus creakes the Romishe goose And what should mercie here be shewde or can the sante preuaile No no as long as mercy is their tongues shall neuer quaile Nor harte obdured once relent nor common state be sounde For how can gentle salue doe good or cure the festred wounde How can the body be in health that is with Biles infect Or Trée spriÌ„g well that hath dead spraies vnlesse you doe resect The braunches of What man so mad will shewe himselfe to bée As ought to hope for leaues or fruite to come from rotten Trée How can the state of Christ his flock be fenced from decay Unlesse the higher powers doe cast the stumbling stocks away How can the Lord of truth be pleasde when such false Prophets liue How will he like to haue them kept his siely Lambes to grieue And doubt the Tiraunts now to say that time shall come againe Wherein the blessed Saints of God by them shall suffer paine No no they feare not to protest that where they put to death Of late but few for earye such shall twentie loose their breath In time to come O bloudie beastes and foule infected Swine But these be they for whom no doubt men scrape and so purloine For whome these factors haue such care and passing great regard For whom they powle the Preachers true these Monsters to reward And hate of theirs so haynous is their â—ancor hath such force Against the Ghospell of the Lorde that voyde of all remorse They eft procure Pluralities For vile disguised Jacks They glad and ioy to see the Church sustaine such wofull lacks And they againe a Priesting sort attyred in theyr kinde Doe creepe into Cathedrall Celles theyr charge they haue assignde To be dischargde per auters mains themselues will liue at ease They force not what become of flock so they sir Nummus sease And Nummus do they seise in deede which seised buyldes no Schooles Nor makes no stockes for men decayde no Bertulph so playes fooles But here you may not take me so as if I did defase Without respect the good with badde in eache Cathedrall place Much lesse that I depraued haue all Preachers so attyrde In Priestish weedes as Popelings were and as theyr state requyrde No farre and farre be this from me for why I knowe right well
each howre And more then this for how doth walck Sir Nummus day by daye How trudgeth it to buy the Wife and Daughter fine arraye They must not go as other doo Wherefore they must deuise To haue them knowne from coÌ„mon sort by some newfangled guise T' is méete therefore as they do not with courtlyke Dames compare Euen so they should from townish wiues their garments new repaire And so forsooth his wife must haue prepared out of hand Gaye garments of the finest stuffe that is within the land She must haue Partlet Square Lace with Chaine about hir neck She must haue costly kinde of chaunge and all thinges at hir beck Hir Daughter also must be clad well lyke a Ladies féere And all to walcke about the streate with hir true Louer déere What tho Forsooth she must not wed but with some wealthie man And one that must be grounded rych though honest when he can And thus I say aswell t' is séene fayre Parâ—ell must be pranckt And walcke at wyll whereby it haps oft tymes that she is banckte And all through meanes euen of hir Sire which so consumes his good And ioyes therein more then to giue the hungrie wretch his foode Chaunce some men sée good déedes they do But in good sooth not I Though many naught can vnderstand T' were sinne on them to lye And nowe as some you sée to scrape by vyle sinistre wayes So may you sée them spend as yll in these our later dayes I meane for so much as they spend But well haue we to weete Their hoording and their Chesting vp is all as farre vnmeete As this their spence and filthy trade as this their prowling guise As this their building all for gaine and profite to aryse As this their hatefull vyle contempt of poore and needy Wights As this their robbing and their stealth As these their sinfull slights The poore complaine and wanting crye through hunger halfe forepinde And some through want about them haue their fainting breath resignd And yet their Cofers farced lye Their Bags are filde at full But wote you what it is reseru'de For Tib his pretie Trull And Dick his Boy that dappart ladde which for his sake perchaunce Euen both of them when he is gone wyll make syr Nummus daunce But alwayes this is not the cause of such their spitefull hoord For certs I thinke they neuer looke at all to come aboord In crooked Charons vgly Boate Or else perhaps they thinke As long they haue the Pope shall purge and saue them all for thinke And in the meane time weene they best to couer't close and fine And bring more too t t' encrease the heape This iudgement is of mine Else thinges amisse before exprest should nere so yll remaine But soone they would reforme them well and make them streight againe Which so to do God graunt them grace And clense their fylthie mindes That Auarice maye once decay which so their body bindes And subiect makes to vyle deuise to Usurie and deceate That naught they are and wyll persist tyll grace do blow retreate I ende with them protesting styll I touch no good man héere But such as through these words of mine shall wrathfull bent appéere For sure I am that many iust and men vpright remaine Exempted from this talke of mine Who neuer yet with staine Or spot of beastly Usurie or vile notorious vice Were once corrupted or infect which are discrete and wise And truth it is they nill disdaine at this troth telling tale And for the rest let them adue my tongue must further vale Finis The fift Satyr T Is strauÌ„ge to sée what small account men nowe a dayes do make How slightly they let slip the paine of Brimstone burning lake How fondly they perswade them selues at least how they suppose That griesly death shall neuer strike That eyâ—e shall neuer close O sottish sinfull brittle age O mad and blockish Mome O doltish foole and wilfull wretch that here dost hope for home And dwelling aye vnto thy selfe Howe art thou wilfull blinde I tell thee I thou hence shalt flit lyke dust blowne forth with winde Let wearish wimpled age growe on let head be hoarie white And olde be thou yet at the last blackwinged death shall smite But what is he can promise heere him selfe to liue a day No doubt not one Death vnawares shall take our life away And when we thinke vs surest then most often doth he strike O then why do we lyngre on to sleepie sluggerds lyke O why should men thus mucker vp such falsely gotten gaine Or why should they by wicked wayes seeke wealth for to obtaine But soft a while what neede these words as good to bolde my peace For loe how Banckrowts ginne for gaine to put them selues in prease Shall fraude lye hid vnfriended now Shall fowle Deceyt be gon Shall Wylie want No barcke a while and you shall heare anon Some men there be that beare a porte and liue lyke to the best That feast y flow that chop that chauÌ„ge and practise with the rest That Office beare and worthy seeme through welth to weelde the charge That saue that spende bargaines make that keepe their trade at large That warte worke and winde to them good credite in the ende That get such friendes as wyll not stick a thousand pound to lende Oft more oft lesse almost as much as they can well demaunde For why their credite now is such that they may men commaunde But what of this Euen this forsooth They le shut vp doore anon They le giue vp office trade and all farewell they will be gone When they haue gote the most they can they wyll become banckrowte They wyll no longer styfeled be amongst the honest rowte They can no longer byde the trade which honest men do vse They keepe at home amongst their bags They le honesty refuse They le lurking lye lyke Theefe in denne lyke Drane vpon the spoyle They le grease their lips fat their pauÌ„ch with honest Marchaunts toyle O dreyrie dregges of dampishe caue O fowle infernall fiendes O tryple stinged Uipers broode O hagges of hellishe mindes O Cyctops such as styll deuoure the sheepe of forreine foldes O brockish beastes with rauine gorgde that lurcke within their holdes Shall duskie drosse of Dytis caâ—e denie infecting death Shall Oreus spare with skalding skortch to noye their vitall breath No sure the pitchie burning pit and Limboes flaming Lake Shall yolpe them vp except they yéelde the goodes which they did take Or else to powre requite the same But this they neuer thinck For marck how they do still bestowe this beastly gotten chinck And here I must aduertise you that some besides there bee Which oft by meanes becom banckrowte as dayly we may see For some exceede and so abounde in Epiâ—ureous fare That so at length they banckrowte be and bring them selues full bare And othersome through great excesse and prowde surpassing
kéepe All such as in most lothsome sinne are yet not falne sléepe Saue thine elect from noysome trade of worldly minded men Let not the custome of the worlde their lyfe with vices blen From place to place from streat to streat from house to house alas Yea and well nigh from man to man doth sinfull lyuing passe Not words preuaile nor preaching ought can turne the peoples harts No kinde of thing can moue their minds O death is their desarts O Hell their hire and burning flame is guerdon of their déedes No one almost in hart doth beare the true repentaunt séedes O horror doth possesse my heade And whyle through towne I trace Deepe cutting cares annoy my hart to see such want of grace No sparckle iote or small remaine no signe of godly feare No badge at all of christen men doth any person weare Or kéepe almost throughout the Towne O what a case is this Not one to finde that feareth God but all to do amisse And all to wander from good lyfe full few alas exempt And all to worke that wicked is and beastly vile attempt O God howe often do I wishe to be deuided cleane From all the dealings in the worlde and to God only leane How often do I seeke some trade and solitarie lyfe How fayne would I depart the place where sinnes be now so ryfe The world doth tempt nought remains in his due practise now Eche kinde of trade corrupted is alas I know not how Nothing almost is exercisde without some vile deceyt Fraude falsehood theft and pilfring oft in matters are of weyght The worldings wéene thinke no doubt there is none other place But ground and graue and so they runne and kéepe their woonted race What helpen teares or wayling griefe what ought at all preuayles Gods worde sincere They kéepe theyr course they haue set vp theyr sayles Of deadly sinnes and hatefull hellish lyfe They runne and will not stay They keepe themselues in darksom holes They hate to see the day Looke looke throughout their dealings all and you shall nothing finde But couen craft and fylthy lore They haue good lyfe resignde Le ts sift searche our selues throughout Le ts rippe our inwarde man Let 's way our selues eueÌ„ with our selues And we shall see vs than And finde our selues but drosse and death and fowle infected Swine Most vgsome snapes and creatures such as I can not define What faith in bargaines can be found What store of othes must bee In eche compact And yet in ende what falsehod do we sée Not Marchaunt vseth onely fraude nor men of greatest méede But eche one now that bargaine makes hath falsehod in his déede How oft and daylie haps it now that chyldren do begin Where Parents ended and do ende where Parents did begin The parents beggers first began They ende great men of wealth The sonne begins a welthy man and endes his lyfe by stealth Or wofull wanting simple state How oft comes this to passe T ys daylie seene of common course it happâ—â—â— still alas Shall welth that 's woonne by fraude be kept shall riches such descende From heire to heire No no such welth shall quickly haue an ende It cannot bide nor prosper well But who doth that regarde Who yet for welth most vyle deceyt at any tyme hath sparde No one well nighe the world is such And here doth come to minde The passing pride in common sort which now eche where we finde Such is their rage and fowle affect that though their bellies want Their backs must brauely clothed be apparell nothing scant For what cause else they do reserue eche where the Saboth day But for to iette about the streates in passing braue array The welthy sort excéede their state and meane degrée the same The common sort wyll do the lyke So all goes out of frame And Roysters ruffle all about and tosse the Bylbow blade And to maintaine such vyle excesse beholde what shifts be made Such cogging foysting cossening such fylching theft and guile Such pelting pylfring pieuish drifts as are almost to vyle And beastly to be named once I le therefore silent bée For sure I am such lyfe of theirs all men may plainly sée Ther 's brothel baytes whoring deÌ„nes Ther 's lurcking strumpets lodge Ther 's stuffe eche where for lusty Swash for Simkin Dick and Hodge Looke looke the Lanes about the Towne and search eche corner through And you shall finde I doubt not I of broken ware ynough Corrupt at least much seemes to be so brightly shine the browes So prickt pranckt so lyckt and trimde is Banckrowtes pretie spowse Search Tauernes through and typling bowres eche Saboth day at morne And you shall thinke this geare to be ene too too much forborne Take care a whyle to vew the Skowtes and wanton walking trulles And you shall sée howe suffraunce nowe good lyfe awayward pulles What should I saye Marke eche where well and you shall vnderstande And plainely sée how sinne is sparde and cloked vnder hande What else but gaine and Money gots maintaines each Saboth day The bayting of the Beare and Bull What brings this brutish play What is the cause that it is borne and not controlled ought Although the same of custome be on holy Saboth wrought Now sure I thinke t ys gaine or spite gainst good and godly lyfe It seemes it is t'ynuegle men whyles Gods worde is so ryfe I cannot any where perceyue where gaine is gotten well I can not sée where well t ys spent I thinke no man can tell Or iustlie saye here goeth one for most part now I meane That iustly lyues and leades his lyfe that doth to vertue leane But well to God I leaue this geare I haue bene somewhat long I le turne my tale to other talke I le sing some other song Finis The syxt Satyr WHat think you Bertulph of this place this Church of Powles I meane How thinke you of th' abuses here In talke and tales vncleane In fearefull oathes and vile compacts in vaine expence of winde In vilely spending tyme therein in ydle chat to finde Men occupyde at prayer time and other tymes vnmeete In toyes and diuers noysome trades As thou thy selfe dost wéete And soothly tell mée what thou déemst and how it séemes to thée In place reseru'de to heare Gods worde such Chaos vyle to sée Of truth to shew my minde therin at least what I haue seene The tyme as now wyll not permit t ys to farre spent I weene Againe sith you haue well begonne of Nummus to intreate T' were pitie sure that want of tyme should let you to repeate Such things againe with briefe discourse of well proposed Theame Returne therfore and make some ende of this thy faithfull dreame And I at else appointed time for time it doth demaunde Will nothing fayle in eche respect wherein you shall commaunde Well well quoth Paule so shall it be I le ende my tale