The Court of Conscience or Dick Whippers Sessions With the order of his arraigning and punishing of many notorious, dissembling, wicked, and vitious liuers in this age. By Richard West |
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Slothfull teacher.
You that in gowne befurrd with rod in hand,
Like Dominator ouer silly boyes:
Beare such abreadth among that silly band,
And make them with their babling keepe an noise,
Onely to blind those that passe by the schole,
You ere endited here: Come in you foole.
Like Dominator ouer silly boyes:
Beare such abreadth among that silly band,
And make them with their babling keepe an noise,
Onely to blind those that passe by the schole,
You ere endited here: Come in you foole.
Why you forsooth ant please you haue a slight,
To make a Monitor among those apes:
Yar' there i'the morne and come no more till night
Next day you whip them all, theres none that scaps
Whose fault ist that they loyter sport and play,
Who should be there he thats not there all day?
To make a Monitor among those apes:
Yar' there i'the morne and come no more till night
Next day you whip them all, theres none that scaps
Whose fault ist that they loyter sport and play,
Who should be there he thats not there all day?
Thus by your negligence not onely you,
Spend time in vaine (the more shame for you sir)
(Not like a Carefull man as others doe,)
But make poore silly Children to incurre,
There parents anger, and to ere in wit,
And practice ill, gainst whome soeuer it hit.
Spend time in vaine (the more shame for you sir)
(Not like a Carefull man as others doe,)
But make poore silly Children to incurre,
There parents anger, and to ere in wit,
And practice ill, gainst whome soeuer it hit.
Come, Come, vntrusse, indeed y'ar in great fault,
I cannot spare you' faith I pray dispatch:
Are you a master now you shall be taught,
How thinke you now sir haue you met your match,
Heeres no commanding rod your chaire or stoole,
y'had sped far better if y'had staid at schoole.
I cannot spare you' faith I pray dispatch:
Are you a master now you shall be taught,
How thinke you now sir haue you met your match,
Heeres no commanding rod your chaire or stoole,
y'had sped far better if y'had staid at schoole.
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