[ Index entry by William Hazlitt (1875), pp. xvi-xvii : ]
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Deiring thee to knoe : Baldwins traunge fachions And if in aunering : I appere um what quick, Thinke it not with out caue, his taunts be rive & thick Where as ther is a boke, called : be ware the cat, The veri truith is o, that Stremer made not that, Nor no uch fale fabels : fell ever from his pen, Nor from his hart or mouth : as knoe mani honet men But wil ye gladli knoe, who made that boke in dede, One Wylliam Baldewine. God graunt him wel to pede God graunt him mani new yeres, properite and helth As he hath in this thing : farderd the Comonwelth With large leure, browne tudi : he muing all alone Devied by what meanes : he might win the whettone Every thing almot : in that boke is as tru, As that at Midomer : in London it doth nu. Every thing almot : in that boke is as tru As that his noe to my dock : is ioyned fat with glu, Put vp your pipes Baldewine : if you can make no better, Many talk more wittili : that knoe not one letter, Put on your cap Baldewine : & kepe your brayn pan warme Leat ye go to Bedlem : if uche toyes in you warme Rede this litel hort Rime : Baldewinken, til more cum : And with Stremers excrements : be bold to noint your gum In tede of Diaglum, in tede of Coloquintida In tede of ru barbarum, or caia fitula If the maker hereof : had bid at more leure. Ye had had from his hande : a more precious treure But in the meane eaon : content your elfe with this For your Bagagical boke, a warme a. r. s. you may kys. |
Or els a payre of tockes : if officers do wel, You hurt a harmeles man : which no uch tales did tel, As ye were dipoed : loude lyes on him to make Which many witti things : writes for his countreys ake. Alas I wolde to God : your boke were halfe o good, I wyh you no more harme ; nor to your wete hart bloud The pith of this paper (if any man in it loke) Is to deni utterli, that Stremer made that boke The boke (of ten leaves) was printed every worde Er Stremer aw any pece, to wipe away a t. o . r. d. Tergendis natibus, om thought his boke was good Or to cari piceri, to cheriche a ick mans bloud. Therfore ientyl reder : beware what credence thou ghive The truth here conteyned : thou mayt boldly belive Baldwins toyes do belong : to thee or any other As well as they do touche Stremer, his pore brother. And now Iuge good hirers : whether he be a good man Of whom I write thee things : as truli as I can. If that be not a grete faute, o to hurt a mans name, Without ufficient caue : what crime huld a man blame ? Omni i perdas : famam ervare memento : Qua emel amia [ potea nullus eris,
If thou lee all (ayth he) yet reerve honet fameIf that be ones clene gon : go home and uck thy dame. I am loth for to rayle, as Baldwin hath begun For o betwine vs both : a fayre threde huld be pun This miche I haue writen : that the truth huld be knowen And that the falitie : huld quite be ouerthrowen. FINIS.
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