The Works in Verse and Prose of Nicholas Breton For the First Time Collected and Edited: With Memorial-Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Glossarial Index, Facsimilies, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In Two Volumes |
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PASQVILS Precession.
A Logger headed asse that hath no wit,
A rascall knaue that hath no honesty,
A foule ilfauour'd filthie baggage Tit,
A wicked Iudge that hath no equity,
And a rich man that hath no charity,
A faithlesse friend, and from a fruitlesse tree:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
A rascall knaue that hath no honesty,
A foule ilfauour'd filthie baggage Tit,
A wicked Iudge that hath no equity,
And a rich man that hath no charity,
A faithlesse friend, and from a fruitlesse tree:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
A gracelesse child, and an vnquiet wife,
An idle seruant, and a priuy theefe,
A long delay, and an vngodly life,
A helplesse care, and a consuming griefe,
And from despaire that neuer finds reliefe,
And from the drone that robbes the hony be:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
An idle seruant, and a priuy theefe,
A long delay, and an vngodly life,
A helplesse care, and a consuming griefe,
And from despaire that neuer finds reliefe,
And from the drone that robbes the hony be:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
A prowd companion, and a prating iacke,
A cogging marchant, and a carelesse debter,
A queasie stomacke, and a broken sacke,
A filthy hand, and an ill-fauourd letter,
And an ill-mind that meanes to be no better,
And from a bribe insteede of a due fee:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
A cogging marchant, and a carelesse debter,
A queasie stomacke, and a broken sacke,
A filthy hand, and an ill-fauourd letter,
And an ill-mind that meanes to be no better,
And from a bribe insteede of a due fee:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
A blind phisition, and a sluttish cooke,
Vnholsome porridge, and vnsauory bread,
A babish story, and a foolish booke,
A baggige humor, and a beetle head,
A smoaky chamber, and a lowsie bed,
And from such neighbours as cannot agree:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
Vnholsome porridge, and vnsauory bread,
A babish story, and a foolish booke,
A baggige humor, and a beetle head,
A smoaky chamber, and a lowsie bed,
And from such neighbours as cannot agree:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
A Tyrant prince, and a rebellious subiect,
A bloody soldiour, and a coward leader,
An Owles eie-sight, and an vgly obiect,
An obscure line, and an vnlearnèd Reader,
A sergeant, iailour, hangman, and beheader,
And from the fruit of the three cornerd tree:
Good Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
A bloody soldiour, and a coward leader,
An Owles eie-sight, and an vgly obiect,
An obscure line, and an vnlearnèd Reader,
A sergeant, iailour, hangman, and beheader,
And from the fruit of the three cornerd tree:
Good Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
A resty hackney, and a durtie way,
A stormy tempest, and a leaking ship,
An idle quarrell, and a drunken fray,
A doggèd queane that euer hangs the lip,
A iade that will not stirre without a whip,
A blinded eie that can nor will not see:
From these the Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
A stormy tempest, and a leaking ship,
An idle quarrell, and a drunken fray,
A doggèd queane that euer hangs the lip,
A iade that will not stirre without a whip,
A blinded eie that can nor will not see:
From these the Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
A lazie huswife, and a hackney Gill,
A crooked finger, and a cramped foote,
A hasty wit, and an vnbrideled will,
A broken shooe, and an ill fauourd boote,
A poisning weede, and an vnwholesome roote,
An from the buzzing of the humble Bees:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
A crooked finger, and a cramped foote,
A hasty wit, and an vnbrideled will,
A broken shooe, and an ill fauourd boote,
A poisning weede, and an vnwholesome roote,
An from the buzzing of the humble Bees:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
A mouth that slauers, and a stinking breath,
A craftie cripple, and a sullen queane,
A stinking puddle, and moorish heath,
A dogge that is too fatte, a horse too leane,
A maide that will not keepe her dairie cleane,
A blow vpon the elbow, and the knee:
From each of these the Lord deliuer me.
A craftie cripple, and a sullen queane,
A stinking puddle, and moorish heath,
A dogge that is too fatte, a horse too leane,
A maide that will not keepe her dairie cleane,
A blow vpon the elbow, and the knee:
From each of these the Lord deliuer me.
A fleering laughter, and a faithlesse heart,
A creeping curtsie, and a cankred mind,
An idle study, and a needlesse art,
A Northerne tempest, and an Easterne wind,
And from a Curre, that bites a man behind,
And from a glasse of an il-fauour'd blee:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
A creeping curtsie, and a cankred mind,
An idle study, and a needlesse art,
A Northerne tempest, and an Easterne wind,
And from a Curre, that bites a man behind,
And from a glasse of an il-fauour'd blee:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
To keepe too long among vngodly people,
To fit mine humor vnto euery fashion,
To seeke to build a house vpon Paules Steeple,
To dwell too long vpon a peeuish fashion,
To follow ill, and hate a reformation,
To learne the rules where such ill lessons be:
From all such trifles, the Lord deliuer me.
To fit mine humor vnto euery fashion,
To seeke to build a house vpon Paules Steeple,
To dwell too long vpon a peeuish fashion,
To follow ill, and hate a reformation,
To learne the rules where such ill lessons be:
From all such trifles, the Lord deliuer me.
To make an idoll of a painted face,
And to attend vpon a golden asse,
To seeke to do the honest mind disgrace
And bring a kind of wicked world to passe,
Or seeke to braue it with a face of brasse,
To leape the Tems, or clime a rotten tree:
From all such trifles, the Lord deliuer me.
And to attend vpon a golden asse,
To seeke to do the honest mind disgrace
And bring a kind of wicked world to passe,
Or seeke to braue it with a face of brasse,
To leape the Tems, or clime a rotten tree:
From all such trifles, the Lord deliuer me.
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From standing too much in mine owne conceit,
And giuing credite vnto euery tale,
From being caught with euery foolish baite,
From setting of my credite all to sale,
From leauing of a nut to take a shale,
From the poore line of the fooles petegree:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
And giuing credite vnto euery tale,
From being caught with euery foolish baite,
From setting of my credite all to sale,
From leauing of a nut to take a shale,
From the poore line of the fooles petegree:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
From fury, franzie, and imprisonment,
From fine Maid Marian and her Morris dance,
From the deseruing of due punishment,
From bond, from statute, and recognisance,
From trusting too much vnto fickle chance,
From vnkind brothers that cannot agree:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
From fine Maid Marian and her Morris dance,
From the deseruing of due punishment,
From bond, from statute, and recognisance,
From trusting too much vnto fickle chance,
From vnkind brothers that cannot agree:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
From taking pleasure in a villanie,
From carelesse hearing of a sound aduise,
From sorting with the wicked companie,
From setting vertue at too low a price,
From loosing too much coine at cardes and dice,
From being bound till folly makes me free:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
From carelesse hearing of a sound aduise,
From sorting with the wicked companie,
From setting vertue at too low a price,
From loosing too much coine at cardes and dice,
From being bound till folly makes me free:
The Lord of heau'n and earth deliuer me.
From laying plottes for to abuse a friend,
From being by a cunning knaue beguild,
From working humors to a wicked end,
From getting of a filthy whore with child,
From dwelling in a house that is vntilde,
From surfeting within a cherrie tree:
From all such toies, good Lord deliuer me.
From being by a cunning knaue beguild,
From working humors to a wicked end,
From getting of a filthy whore with child,
From dwelling in a house that is vntilde,
From surfeting within a cherrie tree:
From all such toies, good Lord deliuer me.
From a conspiracie of wicked knaues,
A flight of buzzards, and a denne of theeues,
A knot of villaines, and a crue of slaues,
And from the patches on the beggars sleeues,
And from the spoile that gratious spirits greeues,
And from the foole can neither thriue nor thee:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
A flight of buzzards, and a denne of theeues,
A knot of villaines, and a crue of slaues,
And from the patches on the beggars sleeues,
And from the spoile that gratious spirits greeues,
And from the foole can neither thriue nor thee:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From the illusions of a filthy diuell,
From too much hunting after worldly pleasure,
And from delighting in an inward euill,
And too much louing of this worldly treasure,
And from taking leuell by vnlawfull measure,
And from the babies foolish A, B, C:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From too much hunting after worldly pleasure,
And from delighting in an inward euill,
And too much louing of this worldly treasure,
And from taking leuell by vnlawfull measure,
And from the babies foolish A, B, C:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
To thinke to wash an Ethiopan white,
To loue too long, and not be loued againe,
To do him wrong that alwaies doth me right,
To play the knaue with him that meaneth plaine,
And to continue in so vile a vaine,
From all such notes where such instructions be:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
To loue too long, and not be loued againe,
To do him wrong that alwaies doth me right,
To play the knaue with him that meaneth plaine,
And to continue in so vile a vaine,
From all such notes where such instructions be:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
An old blind cat that cannot catch a mouse,
A flinging curtoll, and a kicking mare,
A wife that neuer loues to keepe her house,
A lazy hound that will not hunt a hare,
The shame that falles out with the beggars share,
And from the foole that will good fortune flee:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
A flinging curtoll, and a kicking mare,
A wife that neuer loues to keepe her house,
A lazy hound that will not hunt a hare,
The shame that falles out with the beggars share,
And from the foole that will good fortune flee:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From all infections both of soule and body,
And from the curelesse crosses of the mind,
From being too much inward with a noddy,
Or to a brother or a friend vnkind,
Or changing humors hourely with the wind,
From an ill fruit of an accursed tree:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
And from the curelesse crosses of the mind,
From being too much inward with a noddy,
Or to a brother or a friend vnkind,
Or changing humors hourely with the wind,
From an ill fruit of an accursed tree:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From making bargaines till I liue by losse,
And hoording come to eate into my heart,
To walke the Woodcocke to the Beggars crosse,
Or to be scholler at the diuells art,
To hurt my soule with such infernall smart,
From all such humors where such errors be:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
And hoording come to eate into my heart,
To walke the Woodcocke to the Beggars crosse,
Or to be scholler at the diuells art,
To hurt my soule with such infernall smart,
From all such humors where such errors be:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From beating of my braines about a bable,
From thinking of no end ere I beginne,
From giuing eare vnto an idle fable,
And poasting iournies for a puddings skinne,
And loosing all while other men do winne,
From eating apples vpon Adams tree:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From thinking of no end ere I beginne,
From giuing eare vnto an idle fable,
And poasting iournies for a puddings skinne,
And loosing all while other men do winne,
From eating apples vpon Adams tree:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
A rainy euening, and a foggy morne,
A barren ground, and an vnkindly yeere,
A nittie haire, a garment ouer worne,
A market towne where all things are too deere,
A churles bare table without bread or beere,
The wofull issue of a Judas fee:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
A barren ground, and an vnkindly yeere,
A nittie haire, a garment ouer worne,
A market towne where all things are too deere,
A churles bare table without bread or beere,
The wofull issue of a Judas fee:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From restie bacon, and ill salted beefe,
From raw sodde cunger, and ill rosted eeles,
From a quicke witte, that hath his tongue too briefe,
And from the blaines and kibes vpon my heeles,
And from a madding wit that runnes on wheeles,
From all such rules as out of order be:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From raw sodde cunger, and ill rosted eeles,
From a quicke witte, that hath his tongue too briefe,
And from the blaines and kibes vpon my heeles,
And from a madding wit that runnes on wheeles,
From all such rules as out of order be:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From a delight in hunting after newes,
Or louing idle tales of Robin Hood,
And from too much frequenting of the stewes,
Or ventring farre but for a little good,
And take a puddle for a princely flood,
From such blind iests as best with fooles agree:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
Or louing idle tales of Robin Hood,
And from too much frequenting of the stewes,
Or ventring farre but for a little good,
And take a puddle for a princely flood,
From such blind iests as best with fooles agree:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
To slander Honor, Vertue to disgrace,
Offend Discretion, Learning to abuse,
Good labours enuy, and their worth deface,
To follow follie, wisedome to refuse,
To leaue the best, and all the worst to chuse,
To euery Asse to giue the cappe and knee:
From all such errors Lord deliuer me.
Offend Discretion, Learning to abuse,
Good labours enuy, and their worth deface,
To follow follie, wisedome to refuse,
To leaue the best, and all the worst to chuse,
To euery Asse to giue the cappe and knee:
From all such errors Lord deliuer me.
From writing libells against men of state,
And medling with matters aboue my selfe,
Where I am lou'd, to giue iust cause of hate,
Or to be busie with a monkie elfe,
Or carelesse runne my ship vpon a shelfe,
From such ill courses where no good I see:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
And medling with matters aboue my selfe,
Where I am lou'd, to giue iust cause of hate,
Or to be busie with a monkie elfe,
Or carelesse runne my ship vpon a shelfe,
From such ill courses where no good I see:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
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From loosing too much time in making loue,
From trusting to an idle humour'd dreame,
From spending too much mony how to proue,
To make a boate to ouergo the streame,
To kill my selfe to purge a little fleame:
From such odde vaines where such deuises be,
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From trusting to an idle humour'd dreame,
From spending too much mony how to proue,
To make a boate to ouergo the streame,
To kill my selfe to purge a little fleame:
From such odde vaines where such deuises be,
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From a prowd woodcocke, and a peeuish wife,
A sleepy maiden, and a wanton hagge,
A poyntlesse needle, and a broken knife,
A house vnfurnisht, and an emptie bagge,
A fidling baggige and a wicked wagge,
And from the woods where wolues and foxes be:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
A sleepy maiden, and a wanton hagge,
A poyntlesse needle, and a broken knife,
A house vnfurnisht, and an emptie bagge,
A fidling baggige and a wicked wagge,
And from the woods where wolues and foxes be:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
The French Verola, and the English feuer,
The Irish ague, and the Spanish pippe,
The lungs consumption, and the rotten liuer,
The cursed fall into a fellons trippe,
And from the ladder by the rope to skippe,
Where execution makes the fatall tree:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
The Irish ague, and the Spanish pippe,
The lungs consumption, and the rotten liuer,
The cursed fall into a fellons trippe,
And from the ladder by the rope to skippe,
Where execution makes the fatall tree:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
To diue into a pocket for a purse,
Or steal a horse out of a pasture field,
To loue to swear and lie, and ban and curse,
And stubbornely to no good counsell yeeld,
But vnder fortune all my forces shield:
From all such rules where reasons ruines be,
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
Or steal a horse out of a pasture field,
To loue to swear and lie, and ban and curse,
And stubbornely to no good counsell yeeld,
But vnder fortune all my forces shield:
From all such rules where reasons ruines be,
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From cousoning of my selfe with too much kindnes,
From slipping fortune when it doth befall me,
From being led by wilfull reasons blindnes,
And keeping backe when fortune seems to call me;
From all such passions as may so apall me,
Where blinded eies cannot their blessings see,
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From slipping fortune when it doth befall me,
From being led by wilfull reasons blindnes,
And keeping backe when fortune seems to call me;
From all such passions as may so apall me,
Where blinded eies cannot their blessings see,
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
To be commanded by a currish minde,
And to be flattred by a foolish knaue,
And to be crossèd by a wicked winde,
And to be followed with a filthy slaue,
And to be harbourd in a hellish caue:
From such ill courses where such crosses be,
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
And to be flattred by a foolish knaue,
And to be crossèd by a wicked winde,
And to be followed with a filthy slaue,
And to be harbourd in a hellish caue:
From such ill courses where such crosses be,
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From thriftlesse spending, and from fruitlesse paines,
From sencelesse studies, and from gracelesse deedes,
From helplesse torments, and from witlesse vaines,
And from all those follies, that such humors feedes,
And from the sinne that endlesse sorrow breedes,
And from all spots in my fowle soule to see:
Oh blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From sencelesse studies, and from gracelesse deedes,
From helplesse torments, and from witlesse vaines,
And from all those follies, that such humors feedes,
And from the sinne that endlesse sorrow breedes,
And from all spots in my fowle soule to see:
Oh blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
A moath that eates into the finest cloth,
A wicked worme that hath a deadly sting,
A poysned potion with a sugred froth,
A wicked charme, within a Diuels Ring,
And from the Syrenes when they fall to sing:
From such ill creatures as so cursèd be,
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
A wicked worme that hath a deadly sting,
A poysned potion with a sugred froth,
A wicked charme, within a Diuels Ring,
And from the Syrenes when they fall to sing:
From such ill creatures as so cursèd be,
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
A mowse within a daintie peece of cheese,
A nest of rattes within a linnen chest,
A snake within a hiue of hony Bees,
A woolfe that eates into a wounded breast,
And from his curse that neuer can be blest:
From all such ill, wherein no good can be,
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
A nest of rattes within a linnen chest,
A snake within a hiue of hony Bees,
A woolfe that eates into a wounded breast,
And from his curse that neuer can be blest:
From all such ill, wherein no good can be,
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From an olde kow that kicketh downe her milke,
And a yong colt, that will his rider cast,
From a thiefes halter though it be of silke,
And from a diall that doth goe too fast,
And from a pardon when the paine is past,
And from confession vnder Tiborne tree:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
And a yong colt, that will his rider cast,
From a thiefes halter though it be of silke,
And from a diall that doth goe too fast,
And from a pardon when the paine is past,
And from confession vnder Tiborne tree:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From too long hoping after dead mens shooes,
And from betraying of an honest trust,
From lacke of care, either to gaine or loose,
And from a conscience that may prove vniust,
And from a wicked and vnlawfull lust:
From all such courses where no comforts be,
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
And from betraying of an honest trust,
From lacke of care, either to gaine or loose,
And from a conscience that may prove vniust,
And from a wicked and vnlawfull lust:
From all such courses where no comforts be,
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From a stale peece of flesh that is twice sodden,
And from a bloud-raw rosted peece of beefe,
And from a crauen henne that is crow trodden,
And from a bawd, a whore, a rogue, a thiefe,
And from home-taking and hearts inward griefe,
And from the ill wherein no good can be:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
And from a bloud-raw rosted peece of beefe,
And from a crauen henne that is crow trodden,
And from a bawd, a whore, a rogue, a thiefe,
And from home-taking and hearts inward griefe,
And from the ill wherein no good can be:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From blindnes, lamenesse, deafnes, cramps and stitches,
And from the gowt, the chollicke and the stone,
And from inchanting charmes of wicked witches,
From coughes, and rhewmes, and aches in the bone,
And from the griefe of loue to liue alone,
And from all agues whatsoe're they be:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
And from the gowt, the chollicke and the stone,
And from inchanting charmes of wicked witches,
From coughes, and rhewmes, and aches in the bone,
And from the griefe of loue to liue alone,
And from all agues whatsoe're they be:
The blessed Lord of heau'n deliuer me.
From the forsaking of the word of God,
To follow idle humour'd fopperies,
To scorne the scourging of the heau'nly rod,
From doing of my selfe such iniuries,
To bring my soule into such miseries,
And from all sinne within my soule to see;
The gratious God of heau'n deliuer me.
To follow idle humour'd fopperies,
To scorne the scourging of the heau'nly rod,
From doing of my selfe such iniuries,
To bring my soule into such miseries,
And from all sinne within my soule to see;
The gratious God of heau'n deliuer me.
When I am olde, and sicke, and lame and poore,
And crucified a thousand sundry wayes,
And death beginnes to ope my fatall doore,
To call me home from my vnhappy dayes,
And all my passions then must end their playes.
Then from all euill, and both now and then:
The Lord of heau'n deliuer me, Amen.
And crucified a thousand sundry wayes,
And death beginnes to ope my fatall doore,
To call me home from my vnhappy dayes,
And all my passions then must end their playes.
Then from all euill, and both now and then:
The Lord of heau'n deliuer me, Amen.
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