 | Philogamus |  |
E L Q U I D U O S B E O ?
Lo now how like you thys?
I trowe I dyd you Blisse
And them, as woorthy is
To dyng tyll they shall Pisse
Me thynke I doo not misse
Though my Crowne be not scraped
Nor I in Order mysshaped
Nor for suche woorshyppe gaped
Nor anoyted Preyste wyth Oyle
Nor Creame or other Soyle
Nor tooke suche fylthy Foyle
Yet wyll I tugge and Toyle
Tosse turne and Turmoyle
Cumbre Clowte and Coyle
Dismembre and Dispoyle
All them that I maye catche
That dayly wayte and watche
Feacte wenches to vpsnatche
And marrye to their Matche
But I wyll them dispatche
And byggely on them beate
For all their wyues so feacte
That are so Nyce and Neate
Whiche sittyng on their Seate
Of Scriptures wyll Intreate
And fayne woulde vs defeacte
Wyth woordes grymme and greate
From Beades of woodde and Geate
And from our myghtie Meate
That is, our God of wheate
Puffe, so I Swelle and Sweate
I Fridge I Frothe and Freate
Of thys Uncowthe to thynke
But suerly shall they Drynke
Tyll aboue the grounde they stynke
Wyth a Lyrycum Twynke
For I can neuer Shrynke
As longe as our Uulcanus
And lusty Longimanus
Wyll sticke whyle he is Sanus
For though he be Prophanus
He is not nothyng Uanus
Nor learued lyke Alanus
I tell you he is no Nanus
But one of stature stoute
No Lubber nor no Loute
He wyll reache rounde aboute
And ventyng wyth hys snoute
Wyll touche them toppe and towte
And all theyr rufflyng rowte
Wyth Clarckly clubbes to cloute
For fyersly hath he fought
Endeuouryng to dryue oute
The reader in our queare
That draweth to hym here
Men commyng farre and neare
There dyd oure Smythe appeare
With countenaunce so cleare
Full chaūgeable in cheare
And dapper as a deare
Chefely he dyd hym charge
How he had taught at large
More then he coulde dyscharge
Or fynde in text or Marge
Concernyng Consecratyon
And Transubstanciation
Or all oure Transmutacion
And Substaunce Alteracion
Deniyng Ueneracion
And also Adoracion
In tyme of Ministration
And that Non dentibus
Panem Prementibus
Nullis Euentibus
Christum Gustari
Nec Mancipari
Posse vel decipi.
Sensus, cum Recipi
Dabitur Panis
Sed Smyth, Iminanis
Abiit Inanis
But or he wente awaye
He trymmed hym I saye
Wyth goodly tantes and gaye
And wyth a tryggum tray
Lyke a fyne Philologus
Or rather a Pantolobus
He called hym Spermologus
And wold haue a Dialogus
But were there a Catalogus
Of hym and al hys sect
He myght be chef elect
These reders to correct
For wel can he obiect
And Subtelly suspect
In thynges that be dyrect
But sure yf he be chect
Your corrage is deiect
And al your hope in vayne
Yet styl wyl I remayne
To take for you greate payne
Yf ye wyl me retayne
And put my selfe in parrel
To fyght thus in your quarrell
Yf thou O Poet once
That well canst cowche thy stones
Or faber wyth hys mall
To me for helpe wyll call
Either wyth boke or word
Soone wyl I be the thyrd
So if I fynde you kynde
Certes you shal me bynde
To shew that is behynd
Wel wel ye know my mynde.
I trowe I dyd you Blisse
And them, as woorthy is
To dyng tyll they shall Pisse
Me thynke I doo not misse
Though my Crowne be not scraped
Nor I in Order mysshaped
Nor for suche woorshyppe gaped
Nor anoyted Preyste wyth Oyle
Nor Creame or other Soyle
Nor tooke suche fylthy Foyle
Yet wyll I tugge and Toyle
Tosse turne and Turmoyle
Cumbre Clowte and Coyle
All them that I maye catche
That dayly wayte and watche
Feacte wenches to vpsnatche
And marrye to their Matche
But I wyll them dispatche
And byggely on them beate
For all their wyues so feacte
That are so Nyce and Neate
Whiche sittyng on their Seate
Of Scriptures wyll Intreate
And fayne woulde vs defeacte
Wyth woordes grymme and greate
From Beades of woodde and Geate
And from our myghtie Meate
That is, our God of wheate
Puffe, so I Swelle and Sweate
I Fridge I Frothe and Freate
Of thys Uncowthe to thynke
But suerly shall they Drynke
Tyll aboue the grounde they stynke
Wyth a Lyrycum Twynke
For I can neuer Shrynke
And lusty Longimanus
Wyll sticke whyle he is Sanus
For though he be Prophanus
He is not nothyng Uanus
Nor learued lyke Alanus
I tell you he is no Nanus
But one of stature stoute
No Lubber nor no Loute
He wyll reache rounde aboute
And ventyng wyth hys snoute
Wyll touche them toppe and towte
And all theyr rufflyng rowte
Wyth Clarckly clubbes to cloute
For fyersly hath he fought
Endeuouryng to dryue oute
The reader in our queare
That draweth to hym here
Men commyng farre and neare
There dyd oure Smythe appeare
With countenaunce so cleare
Full chaūgeable in cheare
And dapper as a deare
How he had taught at large
More then he coulde dyscharge
Or fynde in text or Marge
Concernyng Consecratyon
And Transubstanciation
Or all oure Transmutacion
And Substaunce Alteracion
Deniyng Ueneracion
And also Adoracion
In tyme of Ministration
And that Non dentibus
Panem Prementibus
Nullis Euentibus
Christum Gustari
Nec Mancipari
Posse vel decipi.
Sensus, cum Recipi
Dabitur Panis
Sed Smyth, Iminanis
Abiit Inanis
But or he wente awaye
He trymmed hym I saye
Wyth goodly tantes and gaye
And wyth a tryggum tray
Lyke a fyne Philologus
He called hym Spermologus
And wold haue a Dialogus
But were there a Catalogus
Of hym and al hys sect
He myght be chef elect
These reders to correct
For wel can he obiect
And Subtelly suspect
In thynges that be dyrect
But sure yf he be chect
Your corrage is deiect
And al your hope in vayne
Yet styl wyl I remayne
To take for you greate payne
Yf ye wyl me retayne
And put my selfe in parrel
To fyght thus in your quarrell
Yf thou O Poet once
That well canst cowche thy stones
Or faber wyth hys mall
To me for helpe wyll call
Either wyth boke or word
So if I fynde you kynde
Certes you shal me bynde
To shew that is behynd
Wel wel ye know my mynde.
LO thus Philogamus
After thys sorte
Helpeth Misogamus
Hym to comforte
Agaynst Monogamus
That dothe reporte
That youre Apogamus
Is but aborte.
After thys sorte
Helpeth Misogamus
Hym to comforte
Agaynst Monogamus
That dothe reporte
That youre Apogamus
Is but aborte.
| Philogamus | |