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A true saiyng.
Once woodden Challices there were,Then golden priests were euery where:
Now golden chalices there be,
And woodden priestes eache where to see.
To Omellia.
Thou maruelest Omellia much,why none do seeke and sue
To match with thee: what is the cause
I now will tell thee true:
If any man Omellia,
should match and linke with thee:
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thou wouldst reputed be.
A Iest of a certayne harebraind husband.
A certen husband wilde did hate his wife:And vsd to coyle her coate, wt cudgill rife.
One sayd to hym, beate not thy wife so sore:
Then bumping blowes good words will doe much more
Now after this, ye husband harebraind beast,
With Bible book still bounst her on the breast:
They say good words wildo much good said he:
If good, good words wil do: thā here they be.
Against Hugo.
Hvgo doth laude no man at all,nor no man loueth he:
He thinketh, others to disprayse,
the chefest praise to be.
What gets he now by hatyng thus?
all men hym hate indeed:
And boyes call Hugo black, and say
of Hugo blacke take heede.
Of a Foole that found a Crab-fish.
By fortune once in sommer tyme,when sun did frye and flame,
From natiue brooke (where he was bred)
a crab fish crawling came.
And while he friskyng plaid on banke,
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He was vp taken, by a man,
that there by hym did passe.
This wight that found hym was a foole,
and had no crabfish seen:
Wherefore he thrust his hand in haste,
his claspyng clawes betwene.
The crab did pinch and pearce hym sore,
wherefore he cast hym quick
Into the flood: and sayd withall,
Ile teach you syr to prick.
The crab peart flappeth fast his tayle
and in the waues doth spring:
See said the foole, the plucking pangs
of death how sore they sting.
A Iest of a Theefe.
A certain Theefe found guiltie, bothof theft and periurie:
Was iudgd to haue his tong cut out
with knife, most cruelly.
Oh, sayd the theef vnto the Iudge,
your pointed purpose stay:
Oh, saue my tongue, with caruyng knife
and cut mine eares away.
Twoo eares for one tongue I will lose:
well, quoth the Iudge, agreed:
And sent for executioner,
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Now when the executioner came,
his hat from hed he threw:
And heares there did appeare, but eares
he there had none to vew:
(For he had lost his eares before)
each laught to see his wile:
And hauyng thus decevd the Iudge
the theefe hymself gan smile.
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