Steven Steple to mast Camell▪
REst ye mery vayre zyr, I trow ye be maste Camell.
ichā on message to you zent, vrom goodmā Geffrai Chapel
A hate ye zent a bottell a hay, and bad commaunde ma tye ye,
And vorde dyng he spake ye to, a preyd ye dat ye wood hy ye,
And zuch kynd daintrels as a had, zum draf he hate ye zent,
A zyerd ye vor to gnab deron, vor der is no better in Rent,
Tis goode and zoote & alzo new. to mende your zyckysh brayne
Vor weele a zeete ye ha great stud, & zet your self to payne,
Him vraid yer wits wud zore ye vayle, ye gyn to raue zo zone,
A dynkte ye wyll be mad, al out, beuore dat May be done:
And moch he merueilt dat ye wud, zo chorlshly to vin wryghte,
And dat ye zent vm such an Anser, dat zounded noding right
To Harry Hoball zyr ye wrot, as pearit in your letter,
zwap yer speckles vp se nase, and looke about ye better,
And Anser Geffray Chappell zyr, dat toke ye de zupplicacion,
Vor his name is not Hary whobal, ich zwear by gods zauacion
How zay ye now yore speckles be on, can ye vorstande his byll,
ych ween a trete ye (zereuerence a you) to do Churchard no yl
And her cha brought yor byll ayen, corrupt it or ich go,
Vor vende gods vorbod man I zedge, to let it go vorth zo:
But well ich zee yor brayne is dicke, yor wits be curstly vext,
Prey God ye be not zyde yor zelf, er be to morow next:
Deruore go couch and sleap a nowe, and dan com to yor parte,
And dyte a wyser dyng dan dat, or all is not wort a vart.
Now ych ha myne arnde a do,
Chud ha ye yor head to heede a
And ve good maister Churchard to,
And zo God be yor sprede a.
Imprinted by Richard Lant.