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Gyue place ye Poetes fine
bow doune now & encline
For nowe ye Muses nyne
So Sacred ād Diuine
In Parnase holy Hyll
Haue wrought theyr worthy wyll
And by theyr goodly skyll
Uppon that myghty Mountayne
In Hellycons Fountayne
That alwayes doth remayne
Synce Pegase made it flowe
As by your bokes we knowe)
Haue washed the lyppes of one
That slepte not longe agone
That forked Hyll vpon
Who after that anon
As he had sene the Muses
Newe Poetry he vses
And yours he cleane refuses.
For wakyng sodenly
He wrote ryght wortheily
Suche kynde of Poetrye
As neuer one of you
Had hearde or sene tyl nowe
He wrote I tel you playne
An Antygraphe full mayne
None suche on thys syde Spayne
Antipus to suppresse
And clerly to compesse
Wherein he fayneth no lesse
But that yf God were dead
He myght be raysed in Bread
Wherfore ye Poetes al
And clarkes bothe greate and smal
Submyt your selues ye shal
And downe before hym fall
And neuer not to ryse
For you cowlde not deuyse
So greate an interpryse
As thys new poet dyd
Whose connyng is yet hyd
And many other workes
That secretly yet lurckes
None suche amonge the Turkes
Nor Saracens can be founde
The Gospellers to confounde.
Hys workes are so well bownd
And buylded on suche grounde
As cannot wel decay
Tyl the sande be washed away.
He is skylled so wonderously
In the scyence of Masonrye.
Wherfore I wyl not spare
Hys learnyng to declare
Although wyth myckle care
Because I want the wayes
Thys Poete for to prayse
And fame vpon hym rayse
That floweth in these dayes,
Wythe suche exceadynge Eloquence
And Superfluous Sapyence
Imbute wtyh Insuffycyence
Of learnyng and Intellygence
Whose wrytynges are laudable
So new founde and not able
I tell you wythout fable
That no man vnder skye
Can prayse them worthely
They shewe them selues so fayer
That none can them appayer
And therfore now beholde
And see how well he coulde
Describe them that are bolde
To marry beyng sworne
To kepe them chast beforne
Makyng theyr vow a scorne
And takyng to them wyues,
Wyth them to leade theyr lyues
But wyth these blooddes he stryues
And out of towne them dryues
Wyth eloquent taxacions
And vyolent vexacyons
And earneste exprobracyons
Wythe instant insultacions
And straunge denomynacyons
That none among all nacyons
Can shew suche learned fasshyons
As can thys noble scholer
He may well weare a coller
Of .H. for hys humanitee
And for hys greate Urbanytye
He may weare vppon hys Bonnet
A double .P. well set
And wyth a traye aboue
In tokenynge of the loue
That towarde hym he beareth
Whyche men to Chastenes sweareth.
Wherfore loke vp and see
Yf ye beleue not me
Your owne Iudges to be
For easely may ye spye
Yf ye looke earnestly
And well hys latten trye
That oute of Barbarye
Hys learninge he hath fett
And all hys Knowledge gett.

For thys I dare well Sweare
Here can no suche fyne gear
Be had but onely theare,
Aduise it well and reade
For here it doth succede.
O Insensati
All marryed preistes that be Nupti
Barbis disguisati
Carnales hedos Uocati
Quorum deus venter
To ye belly they be boūd by Indēture
Uentri semper obedire
Uulueque seruire
Quorum Sathan est Pater
Et Lecheria Mater
Thys Genera Uiperarum
Runnes per Orbem Terrarum
O God omnipotent
Qui regnas et viuis
Sende shame and punishement
To all Prestes and theyr wyues
And let them goo voyde of all grace
Et infernorum supplicia
Wyth Lucyfer to haue a Place
In sempiterna supplicia.