Philomythie or Philomythologie wherein Outlandish Birds, Beasts, and Fishes, are taught to speake true English plainely. By Tho: Scot ... The second edition much inlarged |
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Him thou succeed'st both in thy minde and place,
An armed Champion, of that yron race,
A Souldier, none of his whose badge thou bear'st;
But rather one of his whose crowne thou wear'st;
Thy narrow heeles are sharpe, thy tongue is short:
To prey, and not to prayer fit t'exhort.
Thou wilt not crow to rouse the world from sleep,
But with thy silent charmes, it drunken keepe.
When thou most seruant-like thy head dost beare
Downe to the ground, then Cockes their crownes may feare.
Thou seek'st a fained quarrell then to pick,
And wilt with both wings mount, with both heeles strick,
At euery feather come, stab either spur
Vp to the hilts; and furiously bestur
Thy ready parts, t'attaine thy bloody end,
And all the world to thy owne scope to bend.
Thou trumpet'st warres and curses ouer all,
And ouer-crowes, but wilt not crow to call
Thy selfe and others of thy ranke, and place,
From looking on the Earth, to view the face
Of the all-searching Sunne, and by his light
To measure truly what is wrong and right.
The Cock is kil'd that Peter caus'de to weepe,
The Petrean Pastor now may safely sleep.
Sleepe though he hath deni'd his master too;
For none t'admonish him hath ought to doo.
Crauen awake, behold how I deride
Thy mutabilitie, thy sloth, thy pride,
Thou stand'st where he stood who claim'd all the world,
And shalt with him from that steep height be hurld.
About thy head each prating bird that perks,
Dare take the name and place of learned Clerks,
And vnto royall Eagles offer lawes,
VVhen each eye sees, they are but iangling dawes.
And though all Lyons in the desart feare,
And crouch, when they thy crowing voice do heare:
Our Lyon scornes thee, when he heares thee crow;
And with his roaring voice the world doth show,
How poore thou art, how cowardly, how weake,
Who shak'st & trēblest when thou hear'st him speak.
And yet how proud art thou, t'vsurpe a place
Of iudgement ouer me, in this darke case,
And to prefer the Clock for want of wit,
VVhen I should be the iudge of thee and it?
An armed Champion, of that yron race,
A Souldier, none of his whose badge thou bear'st;
But rather one of his whose crowne thou wear'st;
Thy narrow heeles are sharpe, thy tongue is short:
To prey, and not to prayer fit t'exhort.
Thou wilt not crow to rouse the world from sleep,
But with thy silent charmes, it drunken keepe.
When thou most seruant-like thy head dost beare
Downe to the ground, then Cockes their crownes may feare.
Thou seek'st a fained quarrell then to pick,
And wilt with both wings mount, with both heeles strick,
At euery feather come, stab either spur
Vp to the hilts; and furiously bestur
Thy ready parts, t'attaine thy bloody end,
And all the world to thy owne scope to bend.
Thou trumpet'st warres and curses ouer all,
And ouer-crowes, but wilt not crow to call
Thy selfe and others of thy ranke, and place,
From looking on the Earth, to view the face
Of the all-searching Sunne, and by his light
To measure truly what is wrong and right.
The Cock is kil'd that Peter caus'de to weepe,
The Petrean Pastor now may safely sleep.
For none t'admonish him hath ought to doo.
Crauen awake, behold how I deride
Thy mutabilitie, thy sloth, thy pride,
Thou stand'st where he stood who claim'd all the world,
And shalt with him from that steep height be hurld.
About thy head each prating bird that perks,
Dare take the name and place of learned Clerks,
And vnto royall Eagles offer lawes,
VVhen each eye sees, they are but iangling dawes.
And though all Lyons in the desart feare,
And crouch, when they thy crowing voice do heare:
Our Lyon scornes thee, when he heares thee crow;
And with his roaring voice the world doth show,
How poore thou art, how cowardly, how weake,
Who shak'st & trēblest when thou hear'st him speak.
And yet how proud art thou, t'vsurpe a place
Of iudgement ouer me, in this darke case,
And to prefer the Clock for want of wit,
VVhen I should be the iudge of thee and it?
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