¶ A supplicacion vnto mast Camell,
PLease it your maship, good mast Camell,
To heare a poore man, his tale for to tell,
And though you be, a man of great debilitie,
Denye not to heare, a man of low abilitie,
And I syre you, to take it, for no presmountacion,
For yche ha be brought vp, after vnrude facion:
Syr, now chyll showe ye, the mater and the case,
why cham com to speake you, and like your faire face,
There is one Churcharde, that hath you spleasar done,
And ych am com to syre ye, to be good maister tone,
But twas vnleudly dooe, and after an homly sort,
So fayre a beast as you ben, to tyen vp so short:
I pray you holden scused, twas but, for lacke of nourter,
For cham sure, hannot bē, past. vii or. viii. yer a courter
Twas but blockshly y do, of one so vnbase as he,
To spout with such a gemman, of so hie a peti degree:
Yer of a sturdy stock, for your fader nere raisd his farmes
Nor nere sold his lands: for ych herd an hasard of arms
Blase all the aunciall proditours, of your olde axeltrie,
which com from olde housen, of moch inpossibilitie,
And many vpstaunciall men, wer brouded in that nest,
But your moder in her arms (he said) bare a byg best:
Besech ye good mast Camell, geue ore & leue your fume
& chil be boūd that Churchard shan no more so parsume
But if he be so sedgious, to writen an other, whan,
Bum fay chyll treate no more, do withen what ye can.
Your daily Belman, at your maūdement, Good man Gefferay Chappell, of whipstable.