The Poetical Works of John Skelton principally according to the edition of the Rev. Alexander Dyce. In three volumes |
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Whereto should I rehers
The sentence of my vers?
In them be no scholys
For braynsycke frantycke folys:
Construas hoc,
Domine Dawcocke!
Ware the hawke!
The sentence of my vers?
In them be no scholys
For braynsycke frantycke folys:
Construas hoc,
Domine Dawcocke!
Ware the hawke!
Maister sophista,
Ye simplex syllogista,
Ye deuelysh dogmatista,
Your hawke on your fista,
To hawke when you lista
In ecclesia ista,
Domine concupisti,
With thy hawke on thy fisty?
Nunquid sic dixisti?
Nunquid sic fecisti?
Sed ubi hoc legisti
Aut unde hoc,
Doctor Dawcocke?
Ware the hawke!
Ye simplex syllogista,
Ye deuelysh dogmatista,
Your hawke on your fista,
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In ecclesia ista,
Domine concupisti,
With thy hawke on thy fisty?
Nunquid sic dixisti?
Nunquid sic fecisti?
Sed ubi hoc legisti
Aut unde hoc,
Doctor Dawcocke?
Ware the hawke!
Doctor Dialetica,
Where fynde you in Hypothetica,
Or in Categoria,
Latina sive Dorica,
To vse your hawkys forica
In propitiatorio,
Tanquam diversorio?
Unde hoc,
Domine Dawcocke?
Ware the hawke!
Where fynde you in Hypothetica,
Or in Categoria,
Latina sive Dorica,
To vse your hawkys forica
In propitiatorio,
Tanquam diversorio?
Unde hoc,
Domine Dawcocke?
Ware the hawke!
Saye to me, Jacke Harys,
Quare aucuparis
Ad sacramentum altaris?
For no reuerens thou sparys
To shake my pygeons federis
Super arcam fœderis:
Unde hoc,
Doctor Dawcocke?
Ware the hawke!
Quare aucuparis
Ad sacramentum altaris?
For no reuerens thou sparys
To shake my pygeons federis
Super arcam fœderis:
Unde hoc,
Doctor Dawcocke?
Ware the hawke!
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Sir Dominus vobiscum,
Per aucupium
Ye made your hawke to cum
Desuper candelabrum
Christi crucifixi
To fede vpon your fisty:
Dic, inimice crucis Christi,
Ubi didicisti
Facere hoc,
Domine Dawcocke?
Ware the hawke!
Per aucupium
Ye made your hawke to cum
Desuper candelabrum
Christi crucifixi
To fede vpon your fisty:
Dic, inimice crucis Christi,
Ubi didicisti
Facere hoc,
Domine Dawcocke?
Ware the hawke!
Apostata Julianus,
Nor yet Nestorianus,
Thou shalt no where rede
That they dyd suche a dede,
To let theyr hawkys fly
Ad ostium tabernaculi,
In quo est corpus Domini:
Cave hoc,
Doctor Dawcocke!
Ware the hawke!
Nor yet Nestorianus,
Thou shalt no where rede
That they dyd suche a dede,
To let theyr hawkys fly
Ad ostium tabernaculi,
In quo est corpus Domini:
Cave hoc,
Doctor Dawcocke!
Ware the hawke!
This dowtles ye rauyd,
Dys church ye thus deprauyd;
Wherfore, as I be sauyd,
Ye are therefore beknauyd:
Quare? quia Evangelia,
Concha et conchylia,
Accipiter et sonalia,
Et bruta animalia,
Cætera quoque talia
Tibi sunt æqualia:
Unde hoc,
Domine Dawcocke?
Ware the hawke!
Dys church ye thus deprauyd;
Wherfore, as I be sauyd,
Ye are therefore beknauyd:
Quare? quia Evangelia,
Concha et conchylia,
Accipiter et sonalia,
Et bruta animalia,
Cætera quoque talia
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Unde hoc,
Domine Dawcocke?
Ware the hawke!
Et relis et ralis,
Et reliqualis,
From Granado to Galis,
From Wynchelsee to Walys,
Non est braynsycke talis,
Nec minus rationalis,
Nec magis bestialis,
That synggys with a chalys:
Construas hoc,
Doctor Dawcocke!
Ware the hawke!
Et reliqualis,
From Granado to Galis,
From Wynchelsee to Walys,
Non est braynsycke talis,
Nec minus rationalis,
Nec magis bestialis,
That synggys with a chalys:
Construas hoc,
Doctor Dawcocke!
Ware the hawke!
Masyd, wytles, smery smyth,
Hampar with your hammer vpon thy styth,
And make hereof a syckyll or a saw,
For thoughe ye lyue a c. yere, ye shall dy a daw.
Vos valete,
Doctor indiscrete!
Hampar with your hammer vpon thy styth,
And make hereof a syckyll or a saw,
For thoughe ye lyue a c. yere, ye shall dy a daw.
Vos valete,
Doctor indiscrete!
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