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III. VOL. III
Sad patience that waiteth at the doore.
—The Bee.
Ceux qui ont été les prédécesseurs des grands esprits, et qui
ont contribué en quelque facon à leur éducation, leur doivent d'être
sauvés de l'oubli. Dante fait vivre Brunetto Latini, Milton du
Bartas; Shakespeare fait vivre Lyly.
—Mézières.
417
A Whip for an Ape:
Or Martin displaied.
Ordo Sacerdotum fatuo turbatur ab omni,
Labitur & passim Religionis honos.
Labitur & passim Religionis honos.
418
Since reason (Martin) cannot stay thy pen,
We'il see what rime will doo: haue at thee then.
We'il see what rime will doo: haue at thee then.
A dizard late skipt out vpon our Stage;
But in a sacke, that no man might him sée:
And though we knowe not yet the paltrie page,
Himselfe hath Martin made his name to bée.
A proper name, and for his feates most fit;
The only thing wherein he hath shew'd wit.
But in a sacke, that no man might him sée:
And though we knowe not yet the paltrie page,
Himselfe hath Martin made his name to bée.
A proper name, and for his feates most fit;
The only thing wherein he hath shew'd wit.
Who knoweth not, that Apes men Martins call;
Which beast this baggage seemes as t'were himselfe:
So as both nature, nurture, name and all,
Of that's expressed in this apish elfe.
Which Ile make good to Martin Marr-als face
In thrée plaine poynts, and will not bate an ace.
Which beast this baggage seemes as t'were himselfe:
So as both nature, nurture, name and all,
Of that's expressed in this apish elfe.
Which Ile make good to Martin Marr-als face
In thrée plaine poynts, and will not bate an ace.
For first the Ape delights with moppes and mowes,
And mocketh Prince and peasants all alike:
This iesting Jacke that no good manner knowes,
With his Asse héeles presumes all States to strike.
Whose scoffes so stinking in each nose doth smell,
As all mouthes saie of dolts he beares the bell.
And mocketh Prince and peasants all alike:
This iesting Jacke that no good manner knowes,
With his Asse héeles presumes all States to strike.
Whose scoffes so stinking in each nose doth smell,
As all mouthes saie of dolts he beares the bell.
Sometimes his choppes doo walke in poynts too hie,
Wherein the Ape himselfe a Woodcocke tries:
Sometimes with floutes he drawes his mouth awrie,
And sweares by his ten bones, and falselie lies.
Wherefore be what he will I do not passe,
He is the paltriest Ape that euer was.
Wherein the Ape himselfe a Woodcocke tries:
Sometimes with floutes he drawes his mouth awrie,
And sweares by his ten bones, and falselie lies.
Wherefore be what he will I do not passe,
He is the paltriest Ape that euer was.
Such fléering, léering, iarring fooles bopéepe;
Such hahaes, téehées, wéehées, wild colts play:
Such sohoes, whoopes and hallowes, hold and kéepe;
Such rangings, ragings, reuelings, roysters ray,
With so foule mouth, and knaue at euery catch,
Tis some knaues neast did surely Martin hatch.
Such hahaes, téehées, wéehées, wild colts play:
Such sohoes, whoopes and hallowes, hold and kéepe;
Such rangings, ragings, reuelings, roysters ray,
With so foule mouth, and knaue at euery catch,
Tis some knaues neast did surely Martin hatch.
419
Now out he runnes with Cuckowe king of May,
Then in he leapes with a wild Morrice daunce;
Now strikes he vp Dame Lawsens lustie lay;
Then comes Sir Ieffries ale tub tapde by chaunce:
Which makes me gesse, (and I can shrewdly smell)
He loues both t'one and t'other passing well.
Then in he leapes with a wild Morrice daunce;
Now strikes he vp Dame Lawsens lustie lay;
Then comes Sir Ieffries ale tub tapde by chaunce:
Which makes me gesse, (and I can shrewdly smell)
He loues both t'one and t'other passing well.
Then straight as though he were distracted quite,
He chafeth like a cutpurse layd in Warde;
And rudely railes with all his maine and might,
Against both Knights and Lords without regarde:
So as Bridewell must tame his dronken fits,
And Bedlem helpe to bring him to his wits.
He chafeth like a cutpurse layd in Warde;
And rudely railes with all his maine and might,
Against both Knights and Lords without regarde:
So as Bridewell must tame his dronken fits,
And Bedlem helpe to bring him to his wits.
But Martin, why in matters of such waight
Doest thou thus play the Dawe and dancing foole?
O sir (quoth he) this is a pleasant baite
For men of sorts, to traine them to my schoole.
Ye noble States how can you like hereof,
A shamelesse Ape at your sage heads should scoffe?
Doest thou thus play the Dawe and dancing foole?
O sir (quoth he) this is a pleasant baite
For men of sorts, to traine them to my schoole.
Ye noble States how can you like hereof,
A shamelesse Ape at your sage heads should scoffe?
Good Noddie now leaue scribling in such matters,
They are no tooles for fooles to tend vnto;
Wise men regard not what mad Monckies patters;
Twere trim a beast should teach men what to do.
Now Tarleton's dead the Consort lackes a vice:
For knaue and foole thou maist beare pricke and price.
They are no tooles for fooles to tend vnto;
Wise men regard not what mad Monckies patters;
Twere trim a beast should teach men what to do.
Now Tarleton's dead the Consort lackes a vice:
For knaue and foole thou maist beare pricke and price.
The sacred sect and perfect pure precise,
Whose cause must be by Scoggins iests maintainde,
Ye shewe although that purple Apes disguise,
Yet Apes [ye] are still, and so must be disdainde.
For though your Lyons lookes weake eyes escapes
Your babling bookes bewraies you all for Apes.
Whose cause must be by Scoggins iests maintainde,
Ye shewe although that purple Apes disguise,
Yet Apes [ye] are still, and so must be disdainde.
For though your Lyons lookes weake eyes escapes
Your babling bookes bewraies you all for Apes.
The next poynt is, Apes vse to tosse and teare
What once their fidling fingers fasten on;
And clime aloft and cast downe euery where,
And neuer staies till all that stands be gon.
Now whether this in Martin be not true,
You wiser heads marke here what doth ensue.
What once their fidling fingers fasten on;
And clime aloft and cast downe euery where,
And neuer staies till all that stands be gon.
Now whether this in Martin be not true,
You wiser heads marke here what doth ensue.
What is it not that Martin doth not rent?
Cappes, Tippets, Gownes, blacke Chiuers, Rotchets white;
Communion bookes, and Homelies, yea so bent
To teare, as womens wimples feele his spite.
Thus tearing all, as all Apes vse to doo;
He teares withall the Church of Christ in two.
Cappes, Tippets, Gownes, blacke Chiuers, Rotchets white;
Communion bookes, and Homelies, yea so bent
To teare, as womens wimples feele his spite.
Thus tearing all, as all Apes vse to doo;
He teares withall the Church of Christ in two.
420
Marke now what things he meanes to tumble downe,
For to this poynt to looke is worth the while,
In one that makes no choyce twixt Cap and Crowne;
Cathedrall Churches he would faine vntile,
And snatch vp Bishops lands, and catch away
All gaine of learning for his prouling pray.
For to this poynt to looke is worth the while,
In one that makes no choyce twixt Cap and Crowne;
Cathedrall Churches he would faine vntile,
And snatch vp Bishops lands, and catch away
All gaine of learning for his prouling pray.
And thinke you not he will pull downe at length
Aswell the top from tower, as Cocke from stéeple?
And when his head hath gotten some more strength,
To play with Prince as now he doth with people?
Yes, he that now saith, Why should Bishops bée?
Will next crie out, Why Kings? The Saincts are frée.
Aswell the top from tower, as Cocke from stéeple?
And when his head hath gotten some more strength,
To play with Prince as now he doth with people?
Yes, he that now saith, Why should Bishops bée?
Will next crie out, Why Kings? The Saincts are frée.
The Germaine Boores with Clergie men began,
But neuer left till Prince and Péeres were dead:
Iacke Leydon was a holie zealous man,
But ceast not till the Crowne was on his head.
And Martins mate Iacke Strawe would alwaies ring
The Clergies faults, but sought to kill the King.
But neuer left till Prince and Péeres were dead:
Iacke Leydon was a holie zealous man,
But ceast not till the Crowne was on his head.
And Martins mate Iacke Strawe would alwaies ring
The Clergies faults, but sought to kill the King.
Oh that quoth Martin chwere a Noble man!
A vaunt vile villaine: tis not for such swads.
And of the Counsell too; Marke Princes then:
These roomes are raught at by these lustie lads.
For Apes must climbe, and neuer stay their wit,
Untill on top of highest hilles they sit.
A vaunt vile villaine: tis not for such swads.
And of the Counsell too; Marke Princes then:
These roomes are raught at by these lustie lads.
For Apes must climbe, and neuer stay their wit,
Untill on top of highest hilles they sit.
What meane they els, in euery towne to craue
Their Priest and King like Christ himselfe to be?
And for one Pope ten thousand Popes to haue,
And to controll the highest he or she?
Aske Scotland that, whose King so long they crost
As he was like his Kingdome to haue lost.
Their Priest and King like Christ himselfe to be?
And for one Pope ten thousand Popes to haue,
And to controll the highest he or she?
Aske Scotland that, whose King so long they crost
As he was like his Kingdome to haue lost.
Beware ye States and Nobles of this land,
The Clergie is but one of these mens buts:
The Ape at last on masters necke will stand:
Then gegge betime these gaping greedie guts,
Least that too soone, and then too late ye feele,
He strikes at head that first began with heele.
The Clergie is but one of these mens buts:
The Ape at last on masters necke will stand:
Then gegge betime these gaping greedie guts,
Least that too soone, and then too late ye feele,
He strikes at head that first began with heele.
The third tricke is, what Apes by flattering waies
Cannot come by, with biting they will snatch:
Our Martin makes no bones, but plainlie saies,
Their fists shall walke, they will both bite and scratch.
He'il make their hearts to ake, and will not faile,
Where pen cannot, their penknife shall preuaile.
Cannot come by, with biting they will snatch:
Our Martin makes no bones, but plainlie saies,
Their fists shall walke, they will both bite and scratch.
He'il make their hearts to ake, and will not faile,
Where pen cannot, their penknife shall preuaile.
421
But this is false, he saith he did but mocke:
A foole he was that so his words did scan.
He only ment with pen their pates to knocke:
A knaue he is, that so turnes cat in pan.
But Martin sweare and stare as déepe as hell,
Thy sprite thy spite and mischeuous mind doth tell.
A foole he was that so his words did scan.
He only ment with pen their pates to knocke:
A knaue he is, that so turnes cat in pan.
But Martin sweare and stare as déepe as hell,
Thy sprite thy spite and mischeuous mind doth tell.
The thing that neither Pope with Booke nor Bull,
Nor Spanish King with ships could do without,
Our Martins here at home will worke at full;
If Prince curbe not betimes that rabble rout.
That is, destroy both Church, and State, and all;
For if t'one faile, the other néedes must fall.
Nor Spanish King with ships could do without,
Our Martins here at home will worke at full;
If Prince curbe not betimes that rabble rout.
That is, destroy both Church, and State, and all;
For if t'one faile, the other néedes must fall.
Thou England then whom God doth make so glad,
Through Gospels grace and Princes prudent raigne:
Take heede least thou at last be made as sad,
Through Martins makebates marring, to thy paine:
For he marres all, and maketh nought, nor will,
Saue lyes and strife, and workes for Englands ill.
Through Gospels grace and Princes prudent raigne:
Take heede least thou at last be made as sad,
Through Martins makebates marring, to thy paine:
For he marres all, and maketh nought, nor will,
Saue lyes and strife, and workes for Englands ill.
And ye graue men that answere Martins mowes,
He mockes the more, and you in vaine loose times:
Leaue Apes to dogges to baite, their skins to crowes,
And let old Lanam lash him with his rimes.
The beast is proud when men wey his enditings:
Let his worke go the waie of all wast writings.
He mockes the more, and you in vaine loose times:
Leaue Apes to dogges to baite, their skins to crowes,
And let old Lanam lash him with his rimes.
The beast is proud when men wey his enditings:
Let his worke go the waie of all wast writings.
Now Martin, you that say you will spawne out
Your broyling brattes in euery towne to dwell;
Wée will prouide in each place for your route
A bell and whippe, that Apes do loue so well.
And if ye skippe and will not wey the checke,
We'il haue a springe and catch you by the necke.
Your broyling brattes in euery towne to dwell;
Wée will prouide in each place for your route
A bell and whippe, that Apes do loue so well.
And if ye skippe and will not wey the checke,
We'il haue a springe and catch you by the necke.
And so adiew mad Martin marre the land,
Leaue off thy worke, and more worke, hear'st thou me?
Thy work's nought worth, take better worke in hand:
Thou marr'st thy worke, & thy worke will marre thée.
Worke not a newe, least it doth worke thy wracke,
And thou make worke for him that worke doth lacke.
Leaue off thy worke, and more worke, hear'st thou me?
Thy work's nought worth, take better worke in hand:
Thou marr'st thy worke, & thy worke will marre thée.
Worke not a newe, least it doth worke thy wracke,
And thou make worke for him that worke doth lacke.
422
And this I warne thée Martins Monckies face,
Take héed of me, my rime doth charme thee bad:
I am a rimer of the Irish race,
And haue alreadie rimde thée staring mad.
But if thou ceasest not thy bald iests still to spread,
Ile neuer leaue, till I haue rimde thée dead.
Take héed of me, my rime doth charme thee bad:
I am a rimer of the Irish race,
And haue alreadie rimde thée staring mad.
But if thou ceasest not thy bald iests still to spread,
Ile neuer leaue, till I haue rimde thée dead.
FINIS.
423
MAR-MARTINE
I know not why a trueth in rime set out
Maie not as wel mar Martine and his mates,
As shamelesse lies in prose-books cast about
Marpriests, & prelates, and subvert whole states.
For where truth builds, and lying overthroes,
One truth in rime, is worth ten lies in prose.
Maie not as wel mar Martine and his mates,
As shamelesse lies in prose-books cast about
Marpriests, & prelates, and subvert whole states.
For where truth builds, and lying overthroes,
One truth in rime, is worth ten lies in prose.
[1]
L[ordes] of our land, and makers of our Lawes,
Long may yee liue, Lawes many may you make,
This careful, kind, and country-louing clawse,
As from a faithfull friend, vouchsafe to take:
Martine the merry, who now is Mar-prelate,
Will proue madde Martine, and Martine mar-the-state.
Long may yee liue, Lawes many may you make,
This careful, kind, and country-louing clawse,
As from a faithfull friend, vouchsafe to take:
Martine the merry, who now is Mar-prelate,
Will proue madde Martine, and Martine mar-the-state.
The wind doth first send forth a whistling sound,
Then fierce, and fearefull, hollow, thundering threates,
At length it riues the earth and rents the ground
And tumbles townes and citties from their seates,
So he who first did laughing libells send,
Will at the last procure a wreakefull end.
Then fierce, and fearefull, hollow, thundering threates,
At length it riues the earth and rents the ground
And tumbles townes and citties from their seates,
So he who first did laughing libells send,
Will at the last procure a wreakefull end.
Women are woed to follow men precise
Young boies without experience hold thē Gods,
Yea some for gaine, who are both olde and wise:
Thus merrie Martine sets the world at ods.
The frozen snake for colde that cannot creepe
Restorde to strength a stinging stur will keepe.
Young boies without experience hold thē Gods,
Yea some for gaine, who are both olde and wise:
Thus merrie Martine sets the world at ods.
The frozen snake for colde that cannot creepe
Restorde to strength a stinging stur will keepe.
Let neighbour-nations learne vs to beware,
Let harmes at home teach vs for to take heede;
When Browne and Barrowe haue done what they dare,
Their hellish Hidraes heades will spring with speede:
Such men as Martine caused all these woes:
This poison still encreaseth as it goes.
Let harmes at home teach vs for to take heede;
When Browne and Barrowe haue done what they dare,
Their hellish Hidraes heades will spring with speede:
424
This poison still encreaseth as it goes.
Somewhat I hearde, and mickle haue I seene
It were too long to tell your Lordships what:
Somewhat I knowe, and somewhat haue I beene,
Yet this I saie, and this is also flat.
Bridle the coltish mouth of Male-part
Or else his hoofe will hurte both head and hart.
It were too long to tell your Lordships what:
Somewhat I knowe, and somewhat haue I beene,
Yet this I saie, and this is also flat.
Bridle the coltish mouth of Male-part
Or else his hoofe will hurte both head and hart.
Anglia Martinis parce favere malis.
[4]
O England gemme of Europe, Angells land,
Blest for thy gospell, people, prince, and all,
And all through peace, let Martins vnderstand
The hony of thy peace, abhorre their gall.
Blest for thy gospell, people, prince, and all,
And all through peace, let Martins vnderstand
The hony of thy peace, abhorre their gall.
Martins? what kind of creatures mought those bee?
Birds, beasts, men, Angels, Feends? Nay worse say we.
The feendes spake faire sometimes and honor gaue,
Curse and contempt is all that Martins haue.
Birds, beasts, men, Angels, Feends? Nay worse say we.
The feendes spake faire sometimes and honor gaue,
Curse and contempt is all that Martins haue.
England if yet thou art to learne thy spell,
Learne other things, such doctrine is for hell.
Learne other things, such doctrine is for hell.
What favor would these Martins? Shall I say
As other birds wherwith yong children play.
Let them be cagd, and hempseed be their food
Hempseed the only meate to feede this broode.
Disclaime these monsters, take them not for thine
Hell was their wombe, and hell must be their shryne.
As other birds wherwith yong children play.
Let them be cagd, and hempseed be their food
Hempseed the only meate to feede this broode.
Disclaime these monsters, take them not for thine
Hell was their wombe, and hell must be their shryne.
[5]
Many would know the holy Asse,
And who mought Martin been,
Plucke but the footecloth from his backe,
The Asse will soone be seene.
And who mought Martin been,
Plucke but the footecloth from his backe,
The Asse will soone be seene.
[6]
My Lordes wise wittall Martins thinke,
Your Lordships flie to hie:
Keepe on your flight aloft as yet,
Lest Martins come too nie.
Your Lordships flie to hie:
Keepe on your flight aloft as yet,
Lest Martins come too nie.
425
For were your winges a little clipt,
They soone would plucke the rest:
And then the place too high for you.
Would be pure Martins nest.
They soone would plucke the rest:
And then the place too high for you.
Would be pure Martins nest.
[11]
Wel maist thou marke but neuer canst thou marre,
This present state whereat thou so doost storme:
Nor they that thee vphold to make this iarre,
And would forsooth our English lawes deforme.
Then be thou but Marke-prelate as thou art:
Thou canst not marre though thou wouldst swelt thy hart.
This present state whereat thou so doost storme:
Nor they that thee vphold to make this iarre,
And would forsooth our English lawes deforme.
Then be thou but Marke-prelate as thou art:
Thou canst not marre though thou wouldst swelt thy hart.
[12]
In Ammons land pretended Rephaims dwelt,
That termd them-selues Reformers of the state,
These like Zanzummins, and Deformers dealte,
Among the people stirring vp debate.
But when their vilenes, was espied and knowen:
From Ammons land this Gyants broode, was throwen.
That termd them-selues Reformers of the state,
These like Zanzummins, and Deformers dealte,
Among the people stirring vp debate.
But when their vilenes, was espied and knowen:
From Ammons land this Gyants broode, was throwen.
Our England, that for vnitie hath beene,
A glasse for Europe, hath such monsters bread,
That raile at Prelats, and oppugne their Queene,
Whole common wealthes, each beareth in his head.
These Rephaims, for so the[y] would be deemd:
Are nothing lesse, then that they most haue seemd.
A glasse for Europe, hath such monsters bread,
That raile at Prelats, and oppugne their Queene,
Whole common wealthes, each beareth in his head.
These Rephaims, for so the[y] would be deemd:
Are nothing lesse, then that they most haue seemd.
Then if we loue the gouernement of peace,
Which true Reformers from aboue maintaine,
And forraine force could never make it cease,
Nor these Deformers, can with vices staine:
First let vs finde pretended Rephaims rowte,
And like Zanzummins, let vs cast them out.
Which true Reformers from aboue maintaine,
And forraine force could never make it cease,
Nor these Deformers, can with vices staine:
First let vs finde pretended Rephaims rowte,
And like Zanzummins, let vs cast them out.
[13]
Martin had much a farther reach, then euery man can gesse,Hee might haue cald himselfe Mar-preest, that hath bene somewhat lesse,
But seeking all to overthrowe, what ever high might be:
Mar-prelate he did call himselfe, a foe to high degree.
[15]
If any mervaile at the man, and doe desire to see
The stile and phrase of Martins booke: come learne it here of mee.
The stile and phrase of Martins booke: come learne it here of mee.
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Holde my cloke boy, chill haue a vling at Martin, O the boore;
And if his horseplay like him well, of such he shall haue store.
He thus bumfeges his bousing mates, and who is Martins mate?
O that the steale-counters were knoune, chood catch them by the pate.
Th'vnsauorie snuffes first iesting booke, though clownish, knauish was:
But keeping still one stile, he prooues a sodden headed asse.
Beare with his ingramnesse a while, his seasoned wainscot face:
That brought that godly Cobler Cliffe, for to disproue his grace.
And if his horseplay like him well, of such he shall haue store.
He thus bumfeges his bousing mates, and who is Martins mate?
O that the steale-counters were knoune, chood catch them by the pate.
Th'vnsauorie snuffes first iesting booke, though clownish, knauish was:
But keeping still one stile, he prooues a sodden headed asse.
Beare with his ingramnesse a while, his seasoned wainscot face:
That brought that godly Cobler Cliffe, for to disproue his grace.
But (O) that Godly cobler Cliffe, as honest an olde lad,
As Martin (O the libeller) of hangbyes ever had.
If I berime thy worshipnes, as thou beliest thy betters:
For railing, see which of vs two shall be the greatest getters.
But if in flinging at such states, thy noddle be no slower:
Thy brother hangman will thee make, be pulde three asses lower.
Then mend these manners Martin, or in spite of Martins nose:
My rithme shall be as dogrell, as vnlearned is thy prose.
As Martin (O the libeller) of hangbyes ever had.
If I berime thy worshipnes, as thou beliest thy betters:
For railing, see which of vs two shall be the greatest getters.
But if in flinging at such states, thy noddle be no slower:
Thy brother hangman will thee make, be pulde three asses lower.
Then mend these manners Martin, or in spite of Martins nose:
My rithme shall be as dogrell, as vnlearned is thy prose.
These tinkers termes, and barbers iestes first Tarleton on the stage,
Then Martin in his bookes of lies, hath put in euery page:
The common sort of simple swads, I can their state but pitie:
That will vouchsafe, or deygne to laugh, at libelles so vnwittie.
Let Martin thinke some pen as badde, some head to be as knavish:
Soome tongue to be as glibbe as his, some rayling all as lavish,
And be content: if not, because we know not where to finde thee:
We hope to se thee where deserts of treason haue assigned thee.
Then Martin in his bookes of lies, hath put in euery page:
The common sort of simple swads, I can their state but pitie:
That will vouchsafe, or deygne to laugh, at libelles so vnwittie.
Let Martin thinke some pen as badde, some head to be as knavish:
Soome tongue to be as glibbe as his, some rayling all as lavish,
And be content: if not, because we know not where to finde thee:
We hope to se thee where deserts of treason haue assigned thee.
[16]
Cast of thy cloake and shriue thy selfe, in cloake-bagge, as is meete:And leaue thy flinging at the preest, as Iades doe with their feete.
The Preest must liue, the Bishop guide:
To teach thee how to leaue thy pride.
[17]
If Martin dy by hangmans hands, as he deserues no lesse,This Epitaph must be engravde, his maners to expresse.
Here hangs knaue Martine a traitrous Libeler he was
Enemie pretended but in hart a friend to the Papa,
Now made meat to the birdes that about his carkas are hagling.
Learne by his example yee route of Pruritan Asses,
Not to resist the doings of our most gratious Hester,
Martin is hangd [f]or the Master of al Hypocritical hangbies.
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