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| 34. | 34 An admonition to the Master poët to be warr
of great bragging hereafter, lest he not onlie
slander himselfe; bot also the whole professours of the art |
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34
An admonition to the Master poët to be warr
of great bragging hereafter, lest he not onlie
slander himselfe; bot also the whole professours of the art
Giue patient eare to sumething I man saye
Beloued Sanders maistre of our art
The mouse did helpe the lion on a daye
So I protest ye take it in good part
My admonition cumming from a hart
That wishes well to yow and all your craft
Who woulde be sorie for to see yow smart
Thogh other poëts trowes ye be gone daft.
Beloued Sanders maistre of our art
The mouse did helpe the lion on a daye
So I protest ye take it in good part
My admonition cumming from a hart
That wishes well to yow and all your craft
Who woulde be sorie for to see yow smart
Thogh other poëts trowes ye be gone daft.
122
A friend is aye best knowen in tyme of neede
Which is the cause that gars me take such caire
Now for your state since there is cause indeede
For all the poëts leaues yow standing baire
Olde crucked Robert makes of yow the haire
And elfegett Polward helpes the smitthie smuike
He comptes yow done, and houpes but anie mair
His tyme about, to winne the chimnay nuike.
Which is the cause that gars me take such caire
Now for your state since there is cause indeede
For all the poëts leaues yow standing baire
Olde crucked Robert makes of yow the haire
And elfegett Polward helpes the smitthie smuike
He comptes yow done, and houpes but anie mair
His tyme about, to winne the chimnay nuike.
Bot as the good chirurgian oft does vse
I meane to rype the wounde before he heal'd
Appardone me I thinke it no excuse
Suppose I tell the cause why they haue rail'd
And sine considder whither ye haue fail'd
Or what hath caus'd them this waye to backbite yow
Into that craft they neuer yett preuail'd
Albeit of late they houpe for to outflite yow.
I meane to rype the wounde before he heal'd
Appardone me I thinke it no excuse
Suppose I tell the cause why they haue rail'd
And sine considder whither ye haue fail'd
Or what hath caus'd them this waye to backbite yow
Into that craft they neuer yett preuail'd
Albeit of late they houpe for to outflite yow.
For ye was cracking crouslie of your broune,
If Robert lie not, all the other night
That there was anie like him in this toune
Wpon the grounde ye wolde not lett it light
He was so firie speedie yaulde and wight
For to be shorte he was an A per se
Bot yett beleeue ye saw an other sight
Or all was done (or Robins rithme does lie.
If Robert lie not, all the other night
That there was anie like him in this toune
Wpon the grounde ye wolde not lett it light
He was so firie speedie yaulde and wight
For to be shorte he was an A per se
Bot yett beleeue ye saw an other sight
Or all was done (or Robins rithme does lie.
Thus cracked ye and bragged but replie
Or answer made by anie present then
As Dares did, when as he did ou'rhie
Æneas court nor coulde not finde a man
That matche him durst; the stirke for him that wann
Which ordain'd was, he craued at Ænes hand
And saide since there is none that doe or can
Be matche to me what longer shall I stand.
Or answer made by anie present then
As Dares did, when as he did ou'rhie
Æneas court nor coulde not finde a man
That matche him durst; the stirke for him that wann
Which ordain'd was, he craued at Ænes hand
And saide since there is none that doe or can
Be matche to me what longer shall I stand.
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Delaye no more, bot giue me the rewarde
Preordinate for them that victor war
Thus Dares ended bot Æneas stairde
The campe about, since there is none that darr
Æneas saide, bot all seemes verrie skarr
T'essaye yone man gar bring the bullock soone
Thus as he bade they broght the bullocke narr
Which hade his hornes ou'rgilded all abone.
Preordinate for them that victor war
Thus Dares ended bot Æneas stairde
The campe about, since there is none that darr
Æneas saide, bot all seemes verrie skarr
T'essaye yone man gar bring the bullock soone
Thus as he bade they broght the bullocke narr
Which hade his hornes ou'rgilded all abone.
Amongs the armie which were witnes thair
And not but wonder harde yone Dares boaste
Entellus raise a man of stature mair
Nor Dares was, and saide cheefe of our hoaste
I now repent my former youthe is loste
Bot since I see he shames your armie so
Haue at him then, it shall be on his coste
As I beleeue, if Ioue be not my foe.
And not but wonder harde yone Dares boaste
Entellus raise a man of stature mair
Nor Dares was, and saide cheefe of our hoaste
I now repent my former youthe is loste
Bot since I see he shames your armie so
Haue at him then, it shall be on his coste
As I beleeue, if Ioue be not my foe.
The circumstances of this bargane keene
I will remitt to Virgils ornate stile
Bot well I watt Entellus soone was seene
By all to winne: So cracked ye a while
That none might neere yow scarcelie by a mile,
Till your Entellus harde yow at the last
The daye was sett, bot ye begoode to smile
For scorne, and thought to winne by running fast.
I will remitt to Virgils ornate stile
Bot well I watt Entellus soone was seene
By all to winne: So cracked ye a while
That none might neere yow scarcelie by a mile,
Till your Entellus harde yow at the last
The daye was sett, bot ye begoode to smile
For scorne, and thought to winne by running fast.
The wauering worde did spredd abroade beliue
Of all your crackes and bargane that was made
Eache one with other bussilie did striue
Who should be soonest at that solemne rade
That they might iudge which of the horse shoulde leade
Ye saide there woulde no question be of that
Besides ye saide ye caired not all there feade
Brecke as they woulde, the race it should no latt.
Of all your crackes and bargane that was made
Eache one with other bussilie did striue
Who should be soonest at that solemne rade
That they might iudge which of the horse shoulde leade
Ye saide there woulde no question be of that
Besides ye saide ye caired not all there feade
Brecke as they woulde, the race it should no latt.
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That night ye ceas'd and went to bed, bot grien'd
Yett fast for day, and thocht the night to lang
At last Diana doune her heade reclin'd
Into the sea, then Lucifer wp sprang
Auroras poste whome she did send amang
The gettie cloudes for to foretell ane houre
Before she staye her teares which Ouide sang
Was for her loue which turned into a floure.
Yett fast for day, and thocht the night to lang
At last Diana doune her heade reclin'd
Into the sea, then Lucifer wp sprang
Auroras poste whome she did send amang
The gettie cloudes for to foretell ane houre
Before she staye her teares which Ouide sang
Was for her loue which turned into a floure.
Fra Lucifer hade thus his message done
The rubie virgin came for to forspeeke
Apollos cumming in his glistring throne
Who suddainlie therafter cleare did keeke
Out through his cart where Eöüs was eke
With other three which Phaëton hade drawen
About the earthe till he became so seeke
As he fell doune where Neptune fand him fawen.
The rubie virgin came for to forspeeke
Apollos cumming in his glistring throne
Who suddainlie therafter cleare did keeke
Out through his cart where Eöüs was eke
With other three which Phaëton hade drawen
About the earthe till he became so seeke
As he fell doune where Neptune fand him fawen.
Bot to conclude the houre appointed came
Ye made yow readie for to rinne the race
Ye bracke togither, and ranne out the same,
As Robin sayes, it hade bene fil'd your face
It chanc'd ye were forerunne a prettie space
A mile or more, that keeped it so cleene
When all was done ye hade so euill a grace
Ye stoll awaye and durst no more be seene.
Ye made yow readie for to rinne the race
Ye bracke togither, and ranne out the same,
As Robin sayes, it hade bene fil'd your face
It chanc'd ye were forerunne a prettie space
A mile or more, that keeped it so cleene
When all was done ye hade so euill a grace
Ye stoll awaye and durst no more be seene.
Remember of my protestation now
And thinke that loue hath gar'd me take these paines
Fooles counsell whiles will helpe the wise I trowe
Which reason makes me thus to breake my braines
Great happe hath he whome others perils gaines
That moued me nou for to repeate yone storie,
Proude Dares fall for all his might and meanes
Coulde no wayes teache yow to bewarre of glorie
Nor yett woulde ye not call to memorie
What grounde ye gaue to Christian Lindsay by it
For now she sayes which makes ws all full sorie
Your craft to lie, with leaue, now haue I tried
The prouerbe sayes that mends is for misdeed
Cracke not againe no forder then the creede.
And thinke that loue hath gar'd me take these paines
Fooles counsell whiles will helpe the wise I trowe
Which reason makes me thus to breake my braines
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That moued me nou for to repeate yone storie,
Proude Dares fall for all his might and meanes
Coulde no wayes teache yow to bewarre of glorie
Nor yett woulde ye not call to memorie
What grounde ye gaue to Christian Lindsay by it
For now she sayes which makes ws all full sorie
Your craft to lie, with leaue, now haue I tried
The prouerbe sayes that mends is for misdeed
Cracke not againe no forder then the creede.
I William Mow at after supper lawing
With pen and drinke compiled yow this propine
I gatt it ended long before the dawing
Such pith hade Bacchus ou'r me God of wine:
Againe ye cumme if ye will essey me sine
To trie your horse that lost the other daye
We neede not take no caire which of ws tine
Since both our honours is long since awaye.
With pen and drinke compiled yow this propine
I gatt it ended long before the dawing
Such pith hade Bacchus ou'r me God of wine:
Againe ye cumme if ye will essey me sine
To trie your horse that lost the other daye
We neede not take no caire which of ws tine
Since both our honours is long since awaye.
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