 | To Rash Iudgement, Tom Foole, and his fellowes |  |
A Credulous fooles Bolt shot.
T'was Goodman Powlings hap to loose a Cow,His wife she chafes, and what shall he do now?
Vayth vp to London zeeke zome cunning man.
Chill vind her out, pree-thee be quiet Nan.
So vp comes Powling and he meetes a knaue,
That must ten shillings for a figure haue:
And told him, Saturne mett with Mars iust then.
(Quoth Powling,) then Ile challenge those two men.
Next, how his Cow for want of Taurus ayde,
Was almost mad, before from field she staryde.
That's true (quoth Powling) tis as you do za.
Then, that the Cow in Hora Decima,
Went through the hedge and downe a durty lane.
(True true sayd Powling) ther's the gapp seene playne.
Then, that a fellow dwelling East, South East,
Felloniously did driue away his beast.
All's true (quoth Powling) this I dream'd last night,
I will be sworne you tell me all things right:
So home he hyes and bids his wife spice Ale,
To morrow shee should heare a strange Cow tale.
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