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Danye Dikers dreme.
When faith in frendes beares fruite, & folyshe fansies fade.And crafti catchers comme to nought and hate great loue hath made
When fraude flieth farre frō towne: and loyterers leaue the fylde
And rude shall runne a ryght full race, and all men be well wylde
whē gropers after gaine, shal carpe for common wealth
And wyly workers shal disdayne to fygge and lyue by stealth
whē wisdome walkes a lofte and folly fyttes full lowe
And vertue vainquisheth pamperd vice and grace, beginnes to growe:
when Iustice iones to trueth and lawe lokes not to miede
And bribes helpe not to buyld fare bowers, nor giftes great glotonsfiede
When hongre hides his head and pleinty pleaseth the pore
And nyggardes to thee nedy men shall neuer shutte thee dore
When double darke deceipt, is out of credite worne
And fawnyng speche is falshed founde & creaft is laught to skorne
when pryde that pikes the purse, gapes not for garmentes gay
Nor Iauelles weare no veluette wiedes nor wandring wittes beare sway
Nor coueytous crieps not into court nor learned lyuinges lacke
when siper sleightes are sene and fare fatches be founde
And pryuate profite and selfe loue shall both be put in pounde
when depteno sergaunt dreds and courtiers creite kepe
when lucere lastes not longe, and hurde greate heapes doth hate
And euery wight is well content, to walke in his estate
when truth dothe treade thee stretes, and lieres lurke in dē
And Rex doth reygne and rule the rost, and wiedes out wiked men
then balefull barnes be blyth, that her in Englande wonne
Your stryfe shall stynt I vndertake, and dredful dayes be donne
This Diker was no fole I gesse, quod watte and Herman tho.
It semeth wel he hī bethought vpon the worldes change
And of his drudge and myckel paine, when he to bed did go
And thē to dreame of such like thīges, per di it is not straūge
Suche as mitalke & thoghts haue bene ye dai befor certain
Such things again at night in slepe, my drem hath shewed me plaine.
And eke I harden ones, & right good doctour tell
that such as farced go to bed, with meate and drinke goode stoore
Theyr dreames alwaye to them in more dysorder fell
Then yf they empty went to bedde, as ye haue hard before
That Dauie dyd whose supper was, so slender & so short
That nothinge els but wearinesse, and nature caused him snort
A dreame, a strawe quod Wylkin then, by God it was noswenyn
Men dreame of deuyls, of apes, and owles, of naked gyrles and boyes
But I ne thinke this dreame is such, it hitteth thinges so euen
It talketh with good reason round, of fansies ne of toyes
But of suche thinges as I cannot, amenden with my wytte
Nor neuer shall I thynke befounde, reformed euery whytte.
But where as many thinges ben found, that mans wit can not fatche
To mende as many as we can, and thee rest a paterne make.
To bringe our stat as reyghe to them, as mans deuyce can mache
As out of Platoes commen welth, a tale I coulde you tell
of many thynges that hee wolde haue, and not but very well:
That neuer yet in earthe ware founde, as hee wolde haue them done
Quod watte no more of Platoes lore, I ken hym not by gysse
Ne care not muche excepte he coulde somme rules for chaunge of mone
But well I wot algates and am full sure of this
That I haue harde the preachers speake, of asmuche as is here
And of mo thinges than any man, is able to comme nere
But ay methinkes it is fine, for such a rude vplande
It ware ynoughe for a right good clerke, at instyuynsty taught
He had is helpe his parysshe prest I venture durst my hāde
what thoughe hee coulde it dreame thus right, yet I belyue it naught
That he coud with such queīt prouerbes, his dreame at large endite
And eke I thinke thee sely swaene, dyd neuer learne to write.
No watte quod thee printer tho, thou harpest on the truth
This Diker had a frende in court that well coulde handle pen
with whom he was acqūeinted earst, as play felowes in youth
who for they then companions warre dyd him vouch safe to ben.
And loued Dauy euermore, in him suche truth there was
And Dauy when hee came to town, vnsēe wold not hī pas.
That he to Londō list resort, for thinges that stod him nied
He founde his frinde, and all this dreme, at length vnto him radde
And he for yt it semed a thinge the penninge worth in diede
Gan drawe it into frame, and shapen as ye harde
And one that lust it fantasien, to printinge it prefarde.
Lo nowe I haue ye halfe perfourmed, that I you earst behight
what maner man this Diker was, and howe this dreame came out
And nowe I will to Camell passe, if ye therin dilight
By whom this ioly sturre, is chiefly brought aboute
And tell fro pointe to pointe, as earst I dyd of this
His worthinesse as I it know and as the sayeng is.
The Camell semes to me to be, a great out landishe beast
Quod Herman to the printer then, that longe his peace had holde
with bunches twaine vpon his backe, as highe as any horse atleast
Of whiche I do remembre is in the newe Testament tolde
That euery ryche gnof, may vp to heauen as easyly stye
As maye this wilde vnruly beast, passe through a nidles eye.
And eke we none in England haue excepte they bene vs brought
Of late that I ne knowe, out of some farre countrye
And by my trouth if I shall say you plainli to my thought
Thoughe none we had, it skylles not muche, if they so vnruly by
But prynter trust thou me, I nylle it not belieue
A beaste to speake and writen this, my reason doth not giene.
The prynter loude he loughe, and so dyd al the choppe
And sayd that Herman spokene asmuch as myght be said
But ware thee Camell here quod he, he would be in thy toppe
Though I do selde on horse bake come, there can no Camell kynde.
Tyll I knowe more, lette me to saye, thee fansies of my minde.
Mary knowe thou then quod he, that Camell is a man.
Nay printer softe quod wylkin tho and suffre me to speake
what cause had hee that moued him, to auswere to this whan
Or why shoulde he of other al, so fumysshlye out breake
To barke at Dauye Dykers dreame that ment him none vnrest
Excepte he ware one of those sortes, that wolde haue redrest
Pardieu a Dreame is but a Dreame, a fansye of thee heade
And hee ne ment I hope that men, sholde it for gospell take
But as asweuen or fantasie, that eche one shulde it reade
For thy me thynkes accordyngly, the name dyd Dauye make
And nowe a man (ye saye he his) against a Dreame to spurne
Me thynke it eyther smelles of craft, or els of somme harte burne.
What soft, mate quod the prynter tho, and hee began to lowre
You ginne ware hote I wene, against thee sommer sonne
Ye may be cooled ere ye come home, with somme freshe Aprill showre
This to muche before that I mytall haue all ydonne
Here fyrst an ende of all, and then pronoucen dome
Or els departe ye calmely hence euen suche way as ye comme.
Herman was full wo, when he, thee prynter sawe thus wroth
And had but lyttle lust to try out the tale
And to his felowes gan vpbraide, ye se thee daye hence goeth
And by the vanes I spye the winde, to be by south at west
That we vs haste to Maldon meade, I thinke it be the best.
And therfore nowe giue vs quod he, and take thou here thy grote
And though that wilkin and this wat, haue shewed theyr hasty wyt
(We Maryneres be saltce y frete, we can no but god wote)
I pray the prynter be content and take no grefe at it
We haue at homme a mariner that can somme skyll of booke
He shall them see and reade them vs, and so theyr leaue they toke.
And I that present was at al, for that I lyked the sporte
Gā print it in mi fyckle heade in order as I coulde
And for to pen it out the bed did to mycelfe resorte
And drewe it there into a somme, as I had harde it tolde.
Not withe suche wordes as they it spake, but in suche wordes as I.
Had partly learned of my dame, and lyst to fantasy.
Suche happe may happe, to giue a seconde fytte.
If cause shall happe, and lay sure serue for it.
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