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Camelles Conclusion
Camelles conclusion, and last farewell then,
To Churchyarde and those, that defende his when.
To Churchyarde and those, that defende his when.
A man
that hath mo thynges then two, to put him vnto prines,
Hath euen so many cares the mo to worke hym wery braines.
So I, that late haue laboured harde, and pulcked at my plowe,
Am come to towne, where nowe I fynde mo matters then ynewe.
Mo then I looked for by muche, mo matters to then needes,
Mo makynges & mo medlynges far, then I haue herbes or wedes.
And all agaynst me one alone, a sory symple man,
That toyles and trauailes for my foode, to earne it as I can.
And gladly woulde in quiet bee, to swinke and liue in rest,
But dreamers wyl not suffer me, they nettle so my nest.
A surreioinder, dreamer bringes, the second a decree,
A maryner bringes in his bote, and he the thirde wil be
And so they ioyne and iompe in lease, god graūt them well to runne.
For I shall shewe them if I can, course er I haue done.
The dreamer first full well I know, I shooke hym by the sleue,
Whereat the other .ii. I trow, are angrye and do greue.
But that no force be as be may, here gothe thee beast a broade
Dreamer a wake, mariner rowe, decree man looke a broade.
The beaste will turne I laye a grotte, and gyue you all a tryp,
why nowe syrs nowe, nowe foote it well, this beast begyns to skyp.
And fyrst to master dreamer turnes, and his surreioyndre to,
wherin all thinges bee well he saith, that he doth dreame and doo.
He dreames hee sayes and truly meanes, to put thinges in good stay
Shorte syr Dreamer, a bandy ho, that baall muste nedes away.
If that your dreame haue suche entent, that hath in an effecte,
And that effeecte your western wyll would not haue men suspect:
But take it as a Dreame sayes he, and fantesy of the head.
A fyner freke by Roode then you, I haue his workes wel reade.
Altho hee chop in chorles termes, and carpes in vncouth speeche,
Yet knowe I with a fynger wet, where wyse men might hym seche,
That if hee whyp his whyrryso, he may chance licke a clowne,
To whyp it under water quite, and craire and cariag drowne.
But sēs he is becō my iudge and iudgeth me amysse,
In nothing me quite oute of rule, as his wide wisedome is
He shall well knowe, and so shall you, and the decreer too,
that for my rule, when I was yonge, this was I taught to doo.
My father put me firste to schole, where, I a maister hadde:
Of whom I had preceptes and strypes as fitted for a ladde.
He taught me there to feare my god, and loue hym with my mihht.
To serue the king, and pray for hym, and all his counsell ryght.
Then next to honour those my frendes, that kept me so at scoole.
And this while I a scholar was, was euery day my rule.
And syns that tyme, my vicar hath full lyke a christē man,
Taught mee to treade in godes high waie, and kepe it as I can.
To be obedient to the kyng and to the lawe also.
And doo my duetie to the powers, and lette their matters go.
Que nostra sunt curare lo, he titled at my doore,
And bad me printe it on my postes, an spread it on my flore.
And leele loue & labour eke, he had me learne to knowe,
And kepe my plowe for profite sake, and thanke god to I trowe.
And tolde me howe there hanges a bell, within our parishe churche,
whiche he dothe twāge eche mornyng rathe, before we go to wurche,
That toles to me, & others mo, our neighbours there abut,
This terme whiche I shall tel you nowe, as I can bring it out.
que supra nos nihil ad nos, this bel tinges vs to kenne:
And this hee said thee bell warnde me, as it dyd other men
And when I sawe this Dicars when, I was so bolde to tell.
That Dicar in his draffishe dreame, had not herd this bell well.
And then for thy, forsooth and god my horne & scrape I tooke:
And scartched in a fewe fret lynes, for dreamers on to looke:
And so syr thus I ment no more, but minded hym to know
His duetie (as I ment myne owne) and father not to goe,
Tyl in his toyes he tickled me, as lofty ladde on lowde
And shope me shares to sharpe mee withe, to carpe out of a clowde.
And if you rolle thus out of tune for raynyng hym this way,
To kep hīselfe in ordersuch as he shoulde doo I faye:
And take the iudgement to your hande, and terme me oute of rule,
Then trowe me well, you me wid frō Camel to a mule
Whiche Camell can not trouch withal, nor cary with him home.
But shape and shake it to yourselues, like lumpes of your owne lome,
But wel away, I wander wide, for Churchyarde mēt it well,
And so he saies, and so say you, and so your writynges tell,
So sometymes houses fired are, by meanyng well in lyghtes,
And then the meanyng is but marde, and they mad meaning wightes.
But sens you wil nede haue me seke the meanyng of this whan,
Meane it to those whom it dothe touche, and scuse it as you can
And then let wyse men deme and iudge atwene Dicar and me,
which of vs two is out of rule, I meane or I or hee.
And fyrst let mee nowe are you all, what signifies this whan?
That caries withe hym at his taile, so great a iarryng than.
Holde is it in hand a present tymme, or future tymme to comme?
Or is it admirantis worde, as schoole men call it some.
It must needes meane a matter madde, as farre as I can see,
But on go to, your wittes are fyne, meane you it out for me.
Dreamer dothe dreame, and whens vs out, a wondre of these whens,
wher of somme whens are wonders well, and mete for whens mens
But some from gammuth gront and grone aboue ela a note:
And those wilde whens at whend to large, I dare you gage my cote,
what when is this, that he whens out, when iustice ioynes to truthe?
whose seate is that? howe ioynes iustice? dreamer saie on in sooth.
And nodde your noddles nowe in one, and make a trinitie.
Ful worke manly to worke this when, if yt it wilso bee.
And fyrst waye well what iustice is, to whom it dooth pertaine.
Who swayes the swoorde, who dooth decree, looke to the matter pláin.
From whēs he coms, what branche he bears, and who and whiche him vse,
And aunswere iustice to the wrōg, wher wt you hī accuse
And meane your meanyng as you meane, and dreame not in your slepe,
And shew what ioly ordere nowe, in this your when you kepe.
But shorte to make of all your whens, to take thee principall,
This is among the rest the worst, and standes thee last of all.
when Rex dothe reigne and rule the roste, lo thus you raunge at laste
A meruaillous when that suche a when, should out in print be paste.
Dothe not Rex rainge sit dreamer now? what whennyng terme is this?
If Rex reigne not? who reigneth then? a sauci when this is.
And whend at length and large in deede, beyonde a subiecres wit,
That god defende that I should dreame, or that, or lyke of it.
And yet I trowe I haue a byll for cattall that I solde:
That saies howe Rex hath raigeed vi. yeare almost I dare be bolde.
And eyther is your when ful false, or my byl is not tru
And which is truest of thē both, let me uow aske of you
As for my selfe I make no doubtes, but that your whē is wrong,
And that Rex raignes as he hath doon, & shall I trust raigne long.
whiche as in scoole I was fyrst taught, to praie that he may doo.
So euery subsecte let hym seke to haue that prayer to,
Thus coulde I touch some other whens, wherin you when at large.
A gret deale past your compasse to, and as muche paste your charge.
But, those I leaue by lyght of this, for to bee scande and sene,
To those that better iudgementes haue, then you or I, I wene.
And nowe wyll take your then in hand wher with you knit your when.
In publishing it thus to me and to al other menne.
Than balefull barnes bee blithe you say, that here in England wonne:
Our stryfe shall stynte you vndertake, our dredfull dayes are donne.
An assurance her you make that baleful barnes we be,
And that in strife we are also, & dreadeful daies doo se.
But God defende it should be true, which your ful frantycke hedde:
Hath publysht to so opē eis for to be seene and redde.
For once for me I make no doughtes, nor no good subect elles:
But we a moble soueraign haue, as al our statuts tels.
And as al orders els ben̄ds do wyll vs for to know:
who gouernes vs and is our head, and rules vs also
And vnder hym haue other powers to see that law be donne:
To gree and tune vs in accorde, if wee be out of tune.
Under whose rule & order eke, al we that subiectes be:
do liue and ioyne as sytteth vs, in one for to agree
And in thee town where I do dwell, I know no stryfe or dread.
But euery man there lyues in tune as subiectes to their head.
And meddels not but with their plowes, and somtime with their bow.
And prate with Peter and with Paule, theyr duties for to know.
And learne so for to kepe them still, in order as they can:
Except such wranglers wrangle them, withe suche large whan and than
And so I truste they do elswhere, whiche for my part I pray,
That lōge we may so ioyne in one, what so your when dothe say
But yet suche dreadfulle whans and thens, which doth the matter marre
were bette quight, pulled out of syght, then shewed as they are.
And so shewe westerne will from me, and wat and Herman too
And will them wynde their talke well not as they wont to doo.
For if they leane to learne suche whens, it will be lōge I feare,
Ere they will channell well theire craire, that shulde them safely beare
Hath euen so many cares the mo to worke hym wery braines.
So I, that late haue laboured harde, and pulcked at my plowe,
Am come to towne, where nowe I fynde mo matters then ynewe.
Mo then I looked for by muche, mo matters to then needes,
Mo makynges & mo medlynges far, then I haue herbes or wedes.
And all agaynst me one alone, a sory symple man,
That toyles and trauailes for my foode, to earne it as I can.
And gladly woulde in quiet bee, to swinke and liue in rest,
But dreamers wyl not suffer me, they nettle so my nest.
A surreioinder, dreamer bringes, the second a decree,
A maryner bringes in his bote, and he the thirde wil be
And so they ioyne and iompe in lease, god graūt them well to runne.
For I shall shewe them if I can, course er I haue done.
The dreamer first full well I know, I shooke hym by the sleue,
Whereat the other .ii. I trow, are angrye and do greue.
But that no force be as be may, here gothe thee beast a broade
Dreamer a wake, mariner rowe, decree man looke a broade.
The beaste will turne I laye a grotte, and gyue you all a tryp,
why nowe syrs nowe, nowe foote it well, this beast begyns to skyp.
And fyrst to master dreamer turnes, and his surreioyndre to,
wherin all thinges bee well he saith, that he doth dreame and doo.
He dreames hee sayes and truly meanes, to put thinges in good stay
If that your dreame haue suche entent, that hath in an effecte,
And that effeecte your western wyll would not haue men suspect:
But take it as a Dreame sayes he, and fantesy of the head.
A fyner freke by Roode then you, I haue his workes wel reade.
Altho hee chop in chorles termes, and carpes in vncouth speeche,
Yet knowe I with a fynger wet, where wyse men might hym seche,
That if hee whyp his whyrryso, he may chance licke a clowne,
To whyp it under water quite, and craire and cariag drowne.
But sēs he is becō my iudge and iudgeth me amysse,
In nothing me quite oute of rule, as his wide wisedome is
He shall well knowe, and so shall you, and the decreer too,
that for my rule, when I was yonge, this was I taught to doo.
My father put me firste to schole, where, I a maister hadde:
Of whom I had preceptes and strypes as fitted for a ladde.
He taught me there to feare my god, and loue hym with my mihht.
To serue the king, and pray for hym, and all his counsell ryght.
Then next to honour those my frendes, that kept me so at scoole.
And this while I a scholar was, was euery day my rule.
And syns that tyme, my vicar hath full lyke a christē man,
Taught mee to treade in godes high waie, and kepe it as I can.
To be obedient to the kyng and to the lawe also.
Que nostra sunt curare lo, he titled at my doore,
And bad me printe it on my postes, an spread it on my flore.
And leele loue & labour eke, he had me learne to knowe,
And kepe my plowe for profite sake, and thanke god to I trowe.
And tolde me howe there hanges a bell, within our parishe churche,
whiche he dothe twāge eche mornyng rathe, before we go to wurche,
That toles to me, & others mo, our neighbours there abut,
This terme whiche I shall tel you nowe, as I can bring it out.
que supra nos nihil ad nos, this bel tinges vs to kenne:
And this hee said thee bell warnde me, as it dyd other men
And when I sawe this Dicars when, I was so bolde to tell.
That Dicar in his draffishe dreame, had not herd this bell well.
And then for thy, forsooth and god my horne & scrape I tooke:
And scartched in a fewe fret lynes, for dreamers on to looke:
And so syr thus I ment no more, but minded hym to know
His duetie (as I ment myne owne) and father not to goe,
Tyl in his toyes he tickled me, as lofty ladde on lowde
And shope me shares to sharpe mee withe, to carpe out of a clowde.
And if you rolle thus out of tune for raynyng hym this way,
To kep hīselfe in ordersuch as he shoulde doo I faye:
And take the iudgement to your hande, and terme me oute of rule,
Then trowe me well, you me wid frō Camel to a mule
Whiche Camell can not trouch withal, nor cary with him home.
But wel away, I wander wide, for Churchyarde mēt it well,
And so he saies, and so say you, and so your writynges tell,
So sometymes houses fired are, by meanyng well in lyghtes,
And then the meanyng is but marde, and they mad meaning wightes.
But sens you wil nede haue me seke the meanyng of this whan,
Meane it to those whom it dothe touche, and scuse it as you can
And then let wyse men deme and iudge atwene Dicar and me,
which of vs two is out of rule, I meane or I or hee.
And fyrst let mee nowe are you all, what signifies this whan?
That caries withe hym at his taile, so great a iarryng than.
Holde is it in hand a present tymme, or future tymme to comme?
Or is it admirantis worde, as schoole men call it some.
It must needes meane a matter madde, as farre as I can see,
But on go to, your wittes are fyne, meane you it out for me.
Dreamer dothe dreame, and whens vs out, a wondre of these whens,
wher of somme whens are wonders well, and mete for whens mens
But some from gammuth gront and grone aboue ela a note:
And those wilde whens at whend to large, I dare you gage my cote,
what when is this, that he whens out, when iustice ioynes to truthe?
whose seate is that? howe ioynes iustice? dreamer saie on in sooth.
And nodde your noddles nowe in one, and make a trinitie.
And fyrst waye well what iustice is, to whom it dooth pertaine.
Who swayes the swoorde, who dooth decree, looke to the matter pláin.
From whēs he coms, what branche he bears, and who and whiche him vse,
And aunswere iustice to the wrōg, wher wt you hī accuse
And meane your meanyng as you meane, and dreame not in your slepe,
And shew what ioly ordere nowe, in this your when you kepe.
But shorte to make of all your whens, to take thee principall,
This is among the rest the worst, and standes thee last of all.
when Rex dothe reigne and rule the roste, lo thus you raunge at laste
A meruaillous when that suche a when, should out in print be paste.
Dothe not Rex rainge sit dreamer now? what whennyng terme is this?
If Rex reigne not? who reigneth then? a sauci when this is.
And whend at length and large in deede, beyonde a subiecres wit,
That god defende that I should dreame, or that, or lyke of it.
And yet I trowe I haue a byll for cattall that I solde:
That saies howe Rex hath raigeed vi. yeare almost I dare be bolde.
And eyther is your when ful false, or my byl is not tru
And which is truest of thē both, let me uow aske of you
As for my selfe I make no doubtes, but that your whē is wrong,
And that Rex raignes as he hath doon, & shall I trust raigne long.
whiche as in scoole I was fyrst taught, to praie that he may doo.
So euery subsecte let hym seke to haue that prayer to,
A gret deale past your compasse to, and as muche paste your charge.
But, those I leaue by lyght of this, for to bee scande and sene,
To those that better iudgementes haue, then you or I, I wene.
And nowe wyll take your then in hand wher with you knit your when.
In publishing it thus to me and to al other menne.
Than balefull barnes bee blithe you say, that here in England wonne:
Our stryfe shall stynte you vndertake, our dredfull dayes are donne.
An assurance her you make that baleful barnes we be,
And that in strife we are also, & dreadeful daies doo se.
But God defende it should be true, which your ful frantycke hedde:
Hath publysht to so opē eis for to be seene and redde.
For once for me I make no doughtes, nor no good subect elles:
But we a moble soueraign haue, as al our statuts tels.
And as al orders els ben̄ds do wyll vs for to know:
who gouernes vs and is our head, and rules vs also
And vnder hym haue other powers to see that law be donne:
To gree and tune vs in accorde, if wee be out of tune.
Under whose rule & order eke, al we that subiectes be:
do liue and ioyne as sytteth vs, in one for to agree
And in thee town where I do dwell, I know no stryfe or dread.
But euery man there lyues in tune as subiectes to their head.
And meddels not but with their plowes, and somtime with their bow.
And prate with Peter and with Paule, theyr duties for to know.
Except such wranglers wrangle them, withe suche large whan and than
And so I truste they do elswhere, whiche for my part I pray,
That lōge we may so ioyne in one, what so your when dothe say
But yet suche dreadfulle whans and thens, which doth the matter marre
were bette quight, pulled out of syght, then shewed as they are.
And so shewe westerne will from me, and wat and Herman too
And will them wynde their talke well not as they wont to doo.
For if they leane to learne suche whens, it will be lōge I feare,
Ere they will channell well theire craire, that shulde them safely beare
Thomas Camell.
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