A greatter thanks, for Churchyardes welcome home.
I Bad not Courte farewell
for such hot welcome home,
But glad to leaue the costly Courte
and lyue lyke cuntrye mome.
¶From thence I wyllyng went:
and thought in very deed,
To make (ere mischeefs fel on heapes)
a Uertue of a need.
¶But my cheeff freend came there,
to whome for duties sake
I rode, and did (by destinies lot)
a further iourney make.
¶Which freend drew me by loue,
to see the Courte agayne:
But sens my suddayn comming there
doth breed in you disdayne:
I fynd more fumish flames,
by this fond frantike smoke:
And see (perhaps) a further fyer,
then you with craft can cloke.
¶But tyll your fyngers burne,
ye care not what ye doe:
Well, I wyll helpe to kyndle coales,
and clap on faggots toe.
¶To bryng your handes in heat,
because the ayre is colde:
Ka. me: Knaue thee: I say no more,
the prouerbe is full olde.
¶Yf Crowes of Cheape cry Ka,
the bawle doth backe rebound:
For sure I owe not all their towne,
the halfe of twentie pound.
¶And thyrteene candels great,
o euery pound allowe:
Then call an audite of my debt,
and cast my charges nowe.
¶Yet know I cut tayld Curres,
can neuer byght in frame:
Tyll courage claps them on the backs
and thrusts them on the game.
¶Come on you snarryng whelpes
I feare your force no whit:
Though lowd ye bark ye dare not byte
your teeth are tender yet.
¶Baight me lyke Bull at stake,
I haue good flesh and bone:
To trie it out (as hap shall serue)
with any Dog a lone.
¶No other aunswer sure,
I make: now skan this well:
But leaue the Lob that rayld on me,
the bable and the bell.
*Write not to this agayne,
in silence shall ye sit:
As voyde of aunswer euery way,
as you are voyd of wyt.
¶FINIS.
(ꝙ) playne Churchyarde.
¶Imprinted at London in little Britaine by Alexander Lacy: for Arthour Pepwel, dwellyng in Paules churchyard, at the signe of the Kynges head.