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ALthough I lacke intelligence | ||
And can not skyll of eloquence | ||
Yet wyll I do my diligence | ||
To say sumthing or I go hence | ||
5 | Wherin I may demonstrate | |
The figure gesture and estate | ||
Of one that is a curate | ||
That harde is and endurate | ||
And ernest in the cause | ||
10 | Of piuish popish lawes | |
That are not worth two strawes | ||
Except it be with dawes | ||
That knoweth not good from euels | ||
Nor Gods worde from the Deuels | ||
15 | Nor wyll in no wise heare | |
The worde of god so cleare | ||
But popishnes vpreare | ||
And make the pope Gods peare | ||
And so them-selues they lade | ||
20 | Wyth bables that he made | |
And styll wyll holde his trade | ||
No man can them perswade | ||
And yet I dare say | ||
Ther is no day | ||
25 | But that they may | |
Heare sincerily | ||
And right truly | ||
Gods worde to be taught | ||
If they wolde haue sought | ||
30 | But they set at nought | |
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Christes true doctrine | ||
And them-selues decline | ||
To mens ordinaunce | ||
Which they enhaunce | ||
35 | And take in estimation. | |
Aboue Christes passion | ||
And so this folish nacion | ||
Esteme their owne facion | ||
And all dum ceremonies | ||
40 | Before the sanctimonies | |
Of Christes holy writ | ||
And thinke their owne wi[t] wit] wi 1548 | ||
To be far aboue it | ||
That the scripture to them teachis | ||
45 | Or honest men preachis | |
¶They folowe perlowes lechis | ||
And doctours dulpatis | ||
That falsely to them pratis | ||
And bring them to the gates | ||
50 | Of hell and vtter derkenes | |
And all by stubborne starkenes | ||
Putting their full trust | ||
In thinges that rot and rust | ||
And papisticall prouisions | ||
55 | Which are the deuels dirisions | |
Now let vs go about | ||
To tell the tale out | ||
Of this good felow stout | ||
That for no man wyll dout | ||
60 | But kepe his olde condicions | |
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For all the newe comyssyons | ||
And vse his supersticions | ||
And also mens tradicyons | ||
And syng for dead folkes soules | ||
65 | And reade hys beade-rolles | |
And all such thinges wyll vse | ||
As honest men refuse | ||
But take hym for a cruse | ||
And ye wyll tell me newes. | ||
70 | For if he ons begyn | |
He leaueth nought therin | ||
He careth not a pyn | ||
How much ther be wythin | ||
So he the pot may wyn | ||
75 | He wyll it make full thyn | |
And wher the drinke doth please | ||
Ther wyll he take his ease | ||
And drinke therof his fyll | ||
Tyll ruddy be his byll | ||
80 | And fyll both cup and can | |
Who is so glad a man | ||
As is our curate than /? | ||
I wolde ye knewe it a curate | ||
Not far without newgate | ||
85 | Of a parysh large | |
The man hath mikle charge | ||
And none within this border | ||
That kepeth such order | ||
Nor one a this syde Nauerne | ||
90 | Louyth better the ale-tauerne | |
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¶But if the drinke be small | ||
He may not well withall | ||
Tush cast it on the wall | ||
It fretteth out his gall | ||
95 | Then seke an-other house | |
This is not worth a louse | ||
As dronken as a mouse | ||
Mon syre gybet a vous | ||
And ther wyll byb and bouse | ||
100 | Tyll heuy be his brouse | |
Good ale he doth so haunt | ||
And drynke a due taunt | ||
That alewiues make ther vaunt | ||
Of many a peny rounde | ||
105 | That sum of them hath founde | |
And sometyme mikle strife is | ||
Amonge the alewyfes | ||
And sure I blame them not | ||
For wrong it is God wot | ||
110 | When this good dronken sot | |
Helpeth not to empty the pot | ||
For sumtime he wyll go | ||
To one and to no mo | ||
¶Then wyll the hole rout | ||
115 | Upon that one cry out | |
And say she doth them wronge | ||
To kepe him all day longe | ||
From commyng them amonge | ||
Wherfore I geue councell | ||
120 | To them that good drinke sell | |
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To take in of the best | ||
Or els they lese their gest | ||
For he is redy and prest | ||
Where good ale is to rest | ||
125 | And drinke tyll he be drest | |
When he his boke shulde study | ||
He sitteth there full ruddy | ||
Tyll halfe the day be gone | ||
Crying fyll the pot Ione | ||
130 | And wyll not be alone | |
But call sum other one | ||
At wyndowe or at fenestre | ||
That is an idell ministre | ||
As he him-selfe is | ||
135 | Ye know full well this | |
The kinde of carion-crowes | ||
Ye may be sure growes | ||
The more for carion stinking | ||
And so do these in drinking | ||
140 | This man to sum mens thinking | |
Doth stay hym muche vpon the kyng | ||
As in the due demaunding | ||
Of that he calleth an head-peny | ||
And of the paskall halpeny. | ||
145 | For the cloth of corpus_Christy | |
Four pens he claymith swiftely | ||
For which the sexton and he truly | ||
Did tog by the eares earnestly | ||
Saying he can not the king well paye | ||
150 | If all such driblars be take away | |
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Is not this a gentill tale | ||
Of our doctour doubble_ale | ||
Whose countenaunce is neuer pale | ||
So wel good drinke he can vphale | ||
155 | ¶A man of learning great | |
For if his brayne he wolde beat | ||
He coulde within dayes fourtene | ||
Make such a sermon as neuer was sene | ||
I wot not whether he spake in drinke | ||
160 | Or drinke in him how do ye thinke? | |
I neuer herde him preach God wot | ||
But it were in the good ale-pot | ||
Also he sayth that fayne he wolde | ||
Come before the councell if he coulde | ||
165 | For to declare his learning | |
And other thinges concerning | ||
Goodly councels that he coulde geue | ||
Beyond all measure ye may me beleue | ||
His learning is exceding | ||
170 | Ye may know by his reading | |
Yet could a cobblers boy him tell | ||
That he red a wrong gospell, | ||
Wherfore in-dede he serued him well | ||
He turned himselfe as round as a bell | ||
175 | And with loud voyce began to call | |
Is [t]here no constable among you all, there] chere 1548 | ||
To take this knaue that doth me troble? | ||
With that all was on a hubble_shubble | ||
There was drawing and dragging | ||
180 | There was lugging and lagging | |
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And snitching and snatching | ||
And ketching and catching | ||
And so the pore ladde | ||
To the Counter they had | ||
185 | Some wolde he shuld be hanged | |
Or els he shulde be wranged | ||
Some sayd it were a good turne | ||
Such an heretyke to burne | ||
Some sayde this and some sayd that | ||
190 | And som dyd prate they wist not what | |
Some did curse and some did ban | ||
For chafing of oure curate than | ||
He was worthy no lesse | ||
For vexing with his pertnesse | ||
195 | A gemman going to Messe, | |
Did it become a cobblers boy | ||
To shew a gemman such a toy? | ||
¶But if it were wel wayde | ||
Ye shuld fynde I am afrayde | ||
200 | That the boy were worthy | |
For his reading and sobrietie | ||
And iudgement in the veritie | ||
Among honest folke to be | ||
A curate rather then he. | ||
205 | For this is knowen for certentie | |
The boy doth loue no papistry | ||
And our Curate is called no doubte | ||
A papist london thoroughout. | ||
And truth is it they do not lye, | ||
210 | It may be sene wyth halfe an eye. | |
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For if there come a preacher, | ||
Or any godly teacher | ||
To speake agaynst his trumpery | ||
To the alehouse goth he by and by, | ||
215 | And there he wyl so much drinke | |
Tyll of ale he doth so stinke, | ||
That whether he go before or behynde / | ||
Ye shall him smell without the winde | ||
For when he goeth to it he is no hafter | ||
220 | He drinketh dronke for two dayes after | |
With fyll the cuppe Ione, | ||
For all this is gone | ||
Here is ale alone | ||
I say for my drinking | ||
225 | Tush, let the pot be clinking | |
And let vs mery make, | ||
No thought wyll I take / | ||
For though these fellowes crake | ||
I trust to se them slake | ||
230 | And some of them to bake | |
In smithfelde at a stake | ||
And in my Parysh be some / | ||
That if the tyme come | ||
I feare not wyll remember | ||
235 | (Be it august or september | |
October or Nouember | ||
Or moneth of December) | ||
To fynde both wood and timber | ||
To burne them euery member | ||
240 | And goth to borde and bed | |
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At the signe of the_kinges_head. | ||
¶And let these heretikes preach | ||
And teach what they can teach | ||
My parish I know well | ||
245 | Agaynst them wyll rebell | |
If I but once them tell | ||
Or geue them any warning | ||
That they were of the new learning. | ||
For with a worde or twayne | ||
250 | I can them call agayne | |
And yet by the Messe | ||
Forgetfull I was | ||
Or els in a slumber | ||
There is a shrewde nomber | ||
255 | That curse[d]ly do comber cursedly] cursely 1548 | |
And my pacience proue | ||
And dayly me moue | ||
¶For some of them styll | ||
Continew wyll | ||
260 | In this new way | |
Whatsoeuer I saye | ||
¶It is not long ago | ||
Syns it chaunsed so | ||
That a buriall here was | ||
265 | Without dirige or Masse | |
But at the buriall | ||
[T]hey song a christmas carall they] chey 1548 | ||
By the Masse they wyll mar all | ||
If they continew shall / | ||
270 | Some sayd it was a godly hearing | |
And of their hartes a [gay chering] lower margin trimmed | ||
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Some of them fell on weping | ||
In my church I make no leasing | ||
They harde neuer the lyke thing | ||
275 | Do ye thinke that I wyll consent | |
To these heretikes entent | ||
To haue any sacrament | ||
Ministred in English? | ||
By them I set not a rysh | ||
280 | So long as my name is hary_George | |
I wyll not do it spight of theyr gorge. | ||
Oh Dankester Dancastre "Dankester, Dancastre" probably denote a proper name 'Dan Caster' | ||
None betwene this and Lancaster. | ||
Knoweth so much my minde. | ||
285 | As thou my speciall frynde | |
It wolde do the much good | ||
To wash thy handes in the bloude | ||
Of them that hate the messe. | ||
Thou couetest no lesse | ||
290 | So much they vs oppresse | |
Pore priestes doubtlesse | ||
And yet what than | ||
There is not a man | ||
That soner can, | ||
295 | Perswade his parishons | |
From such condicions | ||
Then I perse I | ||
For by and by | ||
I can [t]hem conuert them] chem 1548 | ||
300 | To take my parte | |
Except a fewe | ||
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That hacke and hew / | ||
And agaynst me shew | ||
What they may do | ||
305 | To put me to | |
Some hynderaunce | ||
And yet may chaunce | ||
The bisshops visitour, | ||
Wyll shewe me fauour | ||
310 | And therfore I | |
Care not a fly, | ||
For ofte haue they / | ||
Sought by some way | ||
To bring me to blame | ||
315 | And open shame / | |
But I wyll beare them out | ||
In spight of their snout | ||
And wyll not ceasse | ||
To drinke a pot the lesse | ||
320 | Of ale that is bygge | |
Nor passe not a fygge | ||
For all their malice | ||
Away the mare quod walis / | ||
I set not a whitinge | ||
325 | By all their writing, | |
For yet I deny nat | ||
The Masses priuat | ||
Nor yet forsake | ||
That I of a cake | ||
330 | My maker may make | |
¶But harke a lytle harke / | ||
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And a few wordes marke | ||
Howe this caluish clarke / | ||
For his purpose coulde warke | ||
335 | There is an honest man: | |
That kepte an olde woman | ||
Of almes in hyr bed | ||
Liyng dayly beddered | ||
Which man coulde not I say | ||
340 | Wyth popishnes a_way | |
But fayne this woman olde | ||
Wolde haue Messe if she coulde | ||
The which this priest was tolde | ||
He hearing this anone | ||
345 | As the goodman was gone | |
Abrode aboute his busines | ||
Before the woman he sayd Messe | ||
And shewed his prety popishnes | ||
Agaynst the goodmans wyll | ||
350 | Wherfore it is my skyll | |
That he shulde him endight | ||
For doing such dispight | ||
As by his popish wyle | ||
His house wyth Masse defyle | ||
355 | ¶Thus may ye beholde | |
This man is very bolde / | ||
And in his learning olde | ||
Intendeth for to syt | ||
I blame him not a whyt | ||
360 | For it wolde vexe his wyt | |
And cleane agaynst his earning | ||
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To folow such learning | ||
As now-a_dayes is taught | ||
It wolde sone bring to naught | ||
365 | His olde popish brayne | |
For then he must agayne | ||
Apply him to the schole | ||
And come away a fole: | ||
For nothing shulde he get | ||
370 | His brayne hath bene to het | |
And with good ale so wet | ||
Wherfore he may now iet | ||
In feldes and in medes | ||
And pray vpon his beades | ||
375 | For yet he hath a payre | |
Of beades that be right fayre | ||
Of corall / gete, or ambre | ||
At home within his chambre | ||
For in matins or Masse, | ||
380 | Primar and portas | |
And pottes and beades | ||
His lyfe he leades | ||
¶But this I wote | ||
That if ye nota | ||
385 | How this idiota | |
Doth folow the pota | ||
I holde you a grota | ||
Ye wyll rede by rota | ||
That he may were a cota | ||
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¶Thus the durty doctour | ||
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The popes owne proctour | ||
Wyll bragge and boost | ||
Wyth ale and a toost | ||
395 | And lyke a rutter | |
Hys latin wyll vtter | ||
And turne and tosse him | ||
Wyth tu non possum | ||
Loquere latinum | ||
400 | This alum finum | |
Is bonus then vinum | ||
Ego volo quare | ||
Cum tu drinkare | ||
Pro tuum caput, | ||
405 | Quia apud | |
Te propiciacio | ||
Tu non potes facio | ||
Tot quam ego | ||
Quam librum tu lego, | ||
410 | Caue de me | |
Apponere te | ||
Iuro per deum | ||
Hoc est lifum meum | ||
Quia drinkum stalum | ||
415 | Non facere malum | |
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Wyth ita vera bodkin | ||
Doth leade his lyfe | ||
Which to the alewife | ||
420 | Is very profitable | |
It is pytie he is not able | ||
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To mayntayne a table | ||
For beggers and tinkers | ||
And all lusty drinkers | ||
425 | Or captayne or beddle | |
Wyth dronkardes to meddle | ||
Ye cannot I am sure / | ||
For keping of a cure | ||
Fynde such a one well | ||
430 | If ye shulde rake hell | |
¶And therfore nowe | ||
No more to you / | ||
Sed perlegas ista, | ||
Si velis Papista, | ||
435 | Fare-well and a_dewe | |
With a whirlary whewe | ||
And a tirlary typpe | ||
Beware of the whyppe. | ||
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