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A piece of Friar Bacons brazen-heads prophesie. By William Terilo
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[Terilo, William].; Breton, Nicholas, 1545?-1626? aut
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the Cowe the Hogge Were kept for worke and wealth The Pus-Cat and the Dogge For safegard from the stealth Of Rats Mise and Wolfe and Foxe When fewe had keyes vnto their lockes Then Owles nor Night Rauens were No tellers of ill happes When Faith had neuer feare Of any Thunder-clappes But looke what weather euer came Was welcome in Gods holy name Then Monkies Baboones Apes And such il-fauour'd Creatures Of such straunge fashion'd shapes Were hatefull to our natures When who heard tell but of a Beare But he could scarcely sleepe for feare No Parat Pie nor Dawe Was idely taught to prate Nor scarce a man of Lawe Was knowne in all the state While neighbors so like friends agreede That one supplide an others neede The shepheard kept his sheepe The Goat-heard kept his heard And in the Sunne would sleepe When were no Vermin fear'd For euery Curre would barke or bite To put the wicked Foxe to flight And then a good grey Frocke A Kercheffe and a Raile A faire white flaxen Smocke A Hose with a good waile A good strong leatherd winter shoe Was well Iwis and better too Then Iwis well goe too Were words of no small worth When folkes knew what to doo To bring their meanings forth And winke and nod and hem humme Could bring my finger to my thumbe No cutting of a Carde Nor cogging of a Dye But it was wholy barde All honest company And faire square plaie with yea and naie Who lost the game would quickly paie No matches then were set For yonger brothers landes Nor Vsurers could get Mens goods into their handes But such as had their wittes awake Could smell a Knaue before he spake And hardly in a yeere A man should meete a Thiefe When Corne was nere so deere But poore folkes had reliefe And wickednes was loath'd so much That no man lou'd the tickle tuch Then loue went not by lookes VVherein laie venim hid Nor words were Angle-hookes VVhen men knew that they did But honest hearts and modest eies Did make the Louers paradise But now that world is changde And time doth alter Creatures VVhose spirits are estrang'de From their owne proper natures VVhile wofull eyes may weepe to see How all things are and what they bee Now euery idle Boye That sells his land for Pearles Fsteemes his wealth a toye To giue to idle girles VVhile gracelesse loue in Natures pride VVith sinne is neuer satisfide Now friends do oft fall out But seelde fall in againe VVhile many goe about To laie a wicked traine VVhere malice is so in request That kindnes knowes not where to rest Content is now vnknowne In either King or Clowne A sight too common showne To see a Mayden frowne VVhen she is held a foolish Creature That shewes to be of gentle Nature The Milke-maydes Paile is sowre The Shepheards Cloake vncleane VVhere Loue hath not the power To finde what fancies meane VVhile Faith doth so much falshood proue That many lye which say they loue Now obseruation findes By all Experience Artes How Machauilian mindes Do plaie the diuels partes VVhile loue alas hath little grace In worshipping a wicked face Now praise must follow pride And Flattery wayt on wealth And tongues to silence tide Except it be by stealth While he or she that cannot faine Must die a friends-ships foole in graine The seasons of the yeere The Shepheards do not know VVhile mirth and merry cheere To griefe and sorrow grow VVhile if a couple kindly kisse The third thinkes somewhat is amisse Now sheepes-eies are so watcht That Lambes can hardly sleepe For when the Henne hath hatcht Ere well the Chicken peepe The Buzzard and the Kite so pray That halfe the Brood is stolne away No Butcher now can keepe His flesh from blowing flies And Maydes will lie and sleepe That doe not loue to rise While euery bedde so swarmes with fleas I wonder how they lie at ease How neither Wolfe nor Foxe But can beguile the Hound Nor gallant headed Oxe Will to a yoake be bound Nor drawing Tit but skornd who there Nor Asse that will his burthen beare Wheate Barly Oates and Rie So like are in the blade That many a simple eye May Soone a foole be made While Curdes and Creame and Ale and Spice Will bring out but a poore deuice Now Cockes dare scarcely Crow For feare the Foxe doe heare Nor shriche-Owle but will show That Winter time is neare And Philomens amid the spring So feares the worme shee cannot sing And now when Louers meete It is a griefe to see How heauily they greete And how they disagree While that the fathers eies are blinde And that the mother is vnkinde Delaies to neere disdaine Doe feede vpon desire And breath is spent in vaine Where hopes are nere the nigher While Truth and Trust haue too much proued They hardly find wher to be loued Now humble Bees can liue Vpon the hony Bees That not a Drone dare driue Vnto the doted trees While he that workes not for his meate VVill liue vpon anothers sweate Now pitfalls are so made That small birdes cannot know them No VVoodcockes in a Glade But Netts can ouerthrow them And not a paltry carrion Kite But braues a Faulcon in his flight Now veluet cloth of gold And silkes of highest price Doth make the good free-holde Chaung title with a trice While he that spends and will not pay Is welcome when he is away Now wordes of strange deuises Doe cheate vpon desires While cunning sellers prices Doe cosen simple buiers While truth is all so sildome vsed That honest trust is much abused The markets now are saru'de With much vnsauery ware And cattell often staru'de When that the Millers Mare Can scarcely bring a sacke of Rie That one may be a sauer by Now Iohn and Ioane and Madge Can make no merry Crue The baily with his badge So braues it in his blue None dare discharge a Carier For feare of maister officier And now from euery house Good fellowship is gone And scarce a silly mouse Findes crummes to feede vpon While lowre and poute and chafe and champe Brings all the household in a dampe Now clockes are for the Sunne And feathers for the winde Sheepes Russet to home spunne While a fantasticke minde Must haue a colour strange and rare To make a mad man stand and stare The Horse the Cowe the Hogge Are chiefely kept for breed The Puscat and the Dogge To keepe the plough-mans feede While not a locke but hath a kay For feare the Cupboord runne away Now Owles and night-Rauens are Ill fortunes prophecies VVhen faithlesse spirits stare If any storme arise And if the weather be not faire VVhy fooles are almost in dispaire Now Monkies Baboones Apes Are taught to pranke and prance VVhile many a Wizard gape To see a monster dance And not a woman that will feare To see the baiting of a Beare Now Parats Pies and Dawes Are finely taught to prate And worldes of men
of lawe Are needfull in the state Where Neighbours liue so vnlike friends That men would iudge them to be fiends And now a Satten gowne A petticoate of silke A fine wrought bugle Crowne A Smocke as white as milke A colour'de hose a pincked shooe VVill scarcely make a Tit come too Now as God Iudge my soule Besides my faith and troth On euery wassell bowle Is thought a simple Oth VVhile stampe and stare and clapping handes Will scarce make vp a beggers bandes Now Sempsters few are taught The true sticht in their spots And names are sildome wrought Within the true loues knots And Ribon Roses take such place That Garden Roses want their grace Now painting serues for faces To make the fowle seeme faire And health in many places Must not abide the Aire And few that haue bene bit with fleas But runne to phisicke for their ease Now warre makes many rich That else had bene but poore And makes a souldiour itch Till he haue scratcht a Boore For peace and plenty breed such pride As poore mens fortunes cannot bide The Taber and the Pipe Are now out of request And ere the Rie be ripe The bird will leaue the nest And Moris dances doe begin Before the haruest halfe be in Now many a Townes mud wall Doth put a Citty downe And Mistresse Finicall Doth weare a Bugle Crowne And many a Rascall Mall-content Will make his Easter day in Lent Now cogge and foist that list VVho will that wit gaine say That learnes fooles had I wist That will and cannot play While faire and square and pitch and pay The gamster calls fooles holy-day Now worldes of Matches set For elder brothers landes And vsury doth get Great wealth into her hands While he that will not watch a knaue May bring a begger to his graue Now hardly in a day But one shall meete a thiefe Where wealth is hid away And poore haue no reliefe And wickednes is vsde so much As who but loues the tickle tuch Now loue goes so by lookes Men know not what they doo And wordes are poisned hookes That catch and kill men too While wicked hartes and wanton eies Make hell in steed of paradice Now surely thus it is It is a wonderfull change Where all goes so amisse Or else my dreame is strange That shew'de me such a world of wo But God forbid it should be so For dreames are idle things And surely so is this For true apparance brings No proofe of such amisse But euery thing in such good course As God forbid it should be worse For Louers must be kinde And Neighbours must be friends And when the folkes haue dinde Set vp the puddings ends For t is an ancient rule in truth That thristines is good in youth Olde men must haue their saying And rich men must haue place Sutors must bide delaying And children must say grace And thiefes must hang and knaues must shift And silly fooles must haue the lift And Lawe must speake Wit iudge Men liue vntill thy die And Snot must be a snudge And loue haue leaue to lie And wretches worke and wantons play And who can holde that will away And wagges must sing and dance And gamsters plot for gaine Who likes not of his chance Take by to helpe the maine For he that walkes without a head May quickly bring a foole to bed Women must haue their wills Though men would say them nay Some are such needfull ills They cannot be away And he that giues the humme a hemme VVill sometimes fall aboord with them The Horse must haue his hay The Dogge must haue a bone The Ducke must haue a Bay The Hawke must haue a stone And Ihon must not be kept from Ioane For Loue can neuer liue alone And therefore thus in briefe Let peace endure no strife Let no man offer griefe Vnto his neighbours wife Let faire play passe through euery hand And let him fall that cannot stand Let God be seru'd obai'd The King both seru'd and lou'de Church honoured duties paide Mallice from mindes remou'de And it may hap to come to passe To be as well as ere it was And blessed were the daies If so the world did goe That wit a thousand waies Might reasons comfort knowe Whil birds might sing men might speak And malice might no musicke breake That eyes might looke their fill VVords might be vncontrold And art might haue the skill To find the stone for gold And Iealous eyes might all be blinde That ouerlooke an honest minde That wealth should haue her grace In liberalitie And honour giue a place To euery qualitie VVhile panders iesters fooles and knaues Might walke about like silly slaues A word might be a band VVhere needles were an Oth VVhile yea and nay might stand In steed of faith and troth And tuch and take and pitch and pay Might driue all cunning tricks away A winke a nod a smile Might shew the iudgement iust VVhere Truth could not beguile Her honest meaning Trust But one in two and two in one Might make the merry world alone That quarrels might not grow Of swaggering nor quaffing But who begins heigh ho Might set the house a laughing VVhen not a thought of villany Might come in honest company And Gossips might be merry And tattle when they meete And cheekes as red as cherry Might shew the wine is sweete VVhen Louers are in talke so sad As if thy were alreadie had Power should be fearde for Grace And Lawe obeyd for loue And Vertue take her place In highest hopes behoue And Wisedome only honour God And so should sinne be ouertrod Nought should be scornde but Folly Nor in regard but Reason And nothing lou'de but holy And nought in hate but Treason And nought but slaunder banged And nought but Murther hanged And then the world were well But when will it be so Alas I cannot tell And therefore let it goe And as God will so let it bee It shall be as it list for mee Let euery man mend one And I will not be out And Lohn be good to Ioane Or else he is a Lout And Peter weaue what Parnell spunne Good night Iohn Line and I haue donne FINIS