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The Author to the Carping and scornefull Sicophant.

As plated Finne of slender slycing Oare
Wherwith the Seaman cuts the crooked waue,
Is scant of force tattaine the happy shoare
When check of tyde back beares the mighty Naue:
So I (no lesse) long lodgde on mounting surge,
Was kept aloofe by cankerd caytifes gurge.
Though true intent did slyce the streame so swift,
Sea beaten Barck could scantly yet obtaine
The shoare tyll now: by subtile Zoyls drift
And Uipers tongue that beat my Boate amaine.
What then? perforce, and maugre Momus head,
I skyp on Strond, as free from daungers dread.
Let Sicophaunts and Minotaurus broode,
Let Ciclops Feere, and subtyle Ciren Hagges,
With grinning Iawes and gasping gyddy moode
Go shake their eares, and shut their shameles bagges.
I force them not, nor Neutrall, Papist, nor
Uile Ianus Iacks: their league doo I abhor.
Thou Papist, thou, false harted to thy Prince,
That wouldste bereaue her grace of princely powre,
To thee I say that checking, doost conuince
(As seemeth thee) my poynaunt poore deuowre:
For that thou deemst me dampned by thy doom,
Stand back sir Brock, let Bandog take thy room.
Shall brockysh Badger beare as now the sway,
Or Shepherdes Dog that bringeth in the Sheepe?
Shall wooluish mates that woont the same to slay,
Rebuke the Whelpe? no, no, take thou no kepe.
To my poore powre yle barck thee from the fold,
And shepherdes shall rehayte thee to thy holde.


Wherefore, withdraw thy raging spoyle by day
And see thou lurck (at least) within thy caue
Whyle Sunne is vp, for feare of Hunters pray:
What tyme thy craft is not of force to saue.
And eke at night, beware ift be thy hap,
And keepe thy foote from slipping Hunters trap.
And now to thee thou double faced drudge,
That plyes thy selfe so plyaunt vnto chaunge,
And vnder hand dooste beare thy face so Budge:
Thou Tyme sclaue thou, ye sayst my pen doth raunge:
To thee I say (for that thou moanst my case)
Restraine thy tongue, least I descry thy face.
Thy hooded head that doth two faces beare,
I see how closely vnderhand it nods,
And triple tongue that byds me ware this geare,
Least chaūge should come. But twene vs. ij. be ods.
And therfore (Ianus) once againe I say,
Go charme your tongue, least I take hood away.
And last of all, I turne my tale to thee,
Thou nunquam sanus vyle reprochfull mate,
And carping carelesse cankerd churle, whom hee
That writes ech where, reproues with worthy hate.
For that thou belkst with belly bursten paunch,
Gainst them that haps from ydle shoare to launch.
To thee, to thee my flytting Muse auerres,
And bound by Oathe of Fayth, I doo auowe
That neyther hate nor harbraynd toy inferres
This worke of myne which I doo publysh nowe.
Nor meede at all, though where it bringeth gaine,
It pleaseth some for to requite my paine.


For well thou wotste, if thyrsty were my minde
To bend the same to wynne by gaynsome trade,
Then would I wryte the thing that Authors finde
A gaine within: and whereby Sommes be made.
I meane vaine iestes to stirre vp filthy game.
But I protest my harte doth hate the same
And onely seekes how to sequester sinne,
And Sathans dryfts that driue men downe to hell:
My thoughts be cleere, my conscience cleane within.
Thus knoweth God, that eche ones thought can tell.
Wherfore, beware and let thy carping lye.
Else, sure my pen my gyltlesse hart shall trye.
And to conclude, to all that wysh me well,
And loue by tongue, do vtter to my face,
I make request that rancour they depell
And let their verdict to the Trueth geue place.
Else, let them cease to beare of friend the name.
For I refuse to take them for the same.
Once (sure I am) with quipping querks herein,
I haue not meant to taunt, or check the good,
Nor (rayling bent) I slaunders doo begin:
Though trueth I say, to such as wyll be wood.
For gyltie man findes eche thing to his shame.
Where good men can their owne offences blame.
But well, for fine and finall ende I saye
To all such Snakes as styng by stealing pace
And boughing Curs that barck and winde away,
I holde it best that they no more deface
An open trueth: For then, as they deserue,
Enbarckt I lye to launch when tyme shal serue.
FINIS.