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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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The cause of the contention betwixt sir Thomas the Scholer, and Iohn the Sculler.
  
  
  
  
  
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The cause of the contention betwixt sir Thomas the Scholer, and Iohn the Sculler.

A pamphlet printed was, The Sculler nam'd,
Wherein Sir Thomas much my writing blam'd;
Because an Epigram therin was written,
In which he said, he was nipt, gald and bitten.
He frets, he fumes, he rages and exclaimes,
And vowes to rouze me from the Riuer Thames.
Well, I to make him some amends for that,
Did write a Booke was cald, Laugh and be fat:
In which he said I wrong'd him ten times more,
And made him madder then he was before.
Then did he storme, and chase, and sweare, and ban,
And to superiour powers amaine he ran,
Where he obtaind Laugh and be fat's confusion,
Who all were burnt, and made a hot conclusion.
Then after that, when rumour had him drownd,
(The newes whereof, my vexed Muse did wound)
I writ a letter to th' Elizian coast,
T'appease his angry wrong-incensed Ghost.
The which my poore inuention then did call,
Odcombs Complaint, or Coriats Funerall.
But since true newes is come, he scap'd that danger,
And through hot Sun-burnt Asia is a ranger:
His raising from the dead I thought to write,
To please my selfe, and giue my friends delight.