The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 4 of 30
Bale, John · published 1548 · first performed or written 1538 [revised c.1547 and 1562] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 501 words
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Brom, brom, brom, brom, brom. buy brom buy buy. Brome's for shoes and pow●h●rynges, botes and buskyns for new bromes/ Brom, brom, brom. Marry God give ye good even, And the holy man saint Steven, Send ye a good new year. I would have brought ye the pax. Or else anymage of wax. If I had known ye hear. I will myself so handle. That ye shall have a candle, When I come hither again. At this your sudden motion. I was in such devotion, I had near broke a vain. That might have done ye smart. No, no, it was but a fart, For pastime of my heart, I would ye had it forsooth. In serupp or in sowse, But for noyance of the house, For easement of your tooth, Now have I my dream in deed, God send me weal to speed, And sweet saint Antony. I thought I should meet a knave, And now that fortune I have Among this company. Why dost thu call me knave? I said. I would be your slave, If your grace would me have▪ And do your work anon, I would so rub your botes, Therofe should from the roots, When ye should do them on, Thu art disposed to mock, soon mayst thu have a knock, If thu with me so game. Your mouth shall kiss my dock, Your tongue shall it unlock, But I say what is your name? I am the law of Nature. I thought so by your stature, And by your ancient gature, Ye were of such a rature, When I first heard ye speak. Ye commoned with God lately, And now ye are his bailie, Mankind to rule discreetly, Welcome sir huddy peke. If thu use soch villainty. I shall displease the truly. By the mass I the defy, With thy whole cuckoldrye, And all that with the hold. Why dost thu me blaspheme, And so ungodly deem? For by this blessed book, I went ye had been a coke, And that made me so bold, For a coke once having age With ● face demure and sage, And ancient to behold. As you have here in place, With a heard upon your face, What is he but a coke old? Ye are disposed to dally, To leap and oversallye, The compass of your wit? I counsel ye yet in season, somewhat to follow reason, And gnaw upon the byrte, Then after our great madness, let us fall to some sadness, And tell me what ye in tend, God sent me unto Man, To do the best I can, To cause him to amend. Soche creatures as want reason. My rules obye yche season, And that in every bondre. The sun and moan doth moan, With the other bodies above, And never break their order. The trees and herbs doth grow, The see doth ebb and flow, And varieth not a nail. The floods and wholesome springs, With other natural things, Their course do never fail
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Brom, brom, brom, brom, brom. Bye brom bye bye. Bromes for shoes and powhrynges, botes and buskyns for newe bromes / Brom, brom, brom. Marry God geue ye good euen, And the holy man saynt Steuen, Sende ye a good newe yeare. I wolde haue brought ye the paxe. Or els anymage of waxe. If I had knowne ye heare. I wyll my selfe so handle. That ye shall haue a candle, Whan I come hyther agayne. At thys your soden mocyon. I was in soch deuocyon, I had nere broke a vayne. That myght haue done ye smart. No, no, it was but a fart, For pastyme of my hart, I wolde ye had it forsoth. In serupp or in sowse, But for noyaunce of the howse, For easement of your toth, Now haue I my dreame in dede, God sende me wele to spede, And swete saynt Antony. I thought I shuld mete a knaue, And now that fortune I haue Amonge thys cumpany. Why dost thu call me knaue? I sayd. I wolde be your slaue, Yf your grace wolde me haue▪ And do your worke anon, I wolde so rubbe your botes, Therofe shuld from the rotes, Whan ye shuld do them on, Thu art dysposed to mocke, Sone mayst thu haue a knocke, If thu with me so game. Your mouth shall kysse my docke, Your tonge shall it vnlocke, But I saye what is your name? I am the lawe of Nature. I thought so by your stature, And by your auncyent gature, Ye were of soch a rature, Whan I first heard ye speke. Ye commoned with God lately, And now ye are hys bayly, Mankynde to rule dyscretely, Welcome syr huddy peke. If thu vse soch vyllanye. I shall dysplease the trulye. By the masse I the defye, With thy whole cuckoldrye, And all that with the holde. Why dost thu me blaspheme, And so vngodly deme? For by thys blessed boke, I went ye had bene a coke, And that made me so bolde, For a coke ones hauynge age With face demure and sage, And auncyent to beholde. As yow haue here in place, With a hearde vpon your face, What is he but a coke olde? Ye are dysposed to dallye, To leape and ouersallye, The compasse of your wytte? I counsell ye yet in season, Sumwhat to folowe reason, And gnawe vpon the byrte, Then after our great madnesse, Lete vs fall to some sadnesse, And tell me what ye in tende, God sent me vnto Man, To do the best I can, To cause hym to amende. Soche creatures as want reason. My rules obye yche season, And that in euery bondre. The sunne and mone doth mone, With the other bodyes aboue, And neuer breake their ordre. The trees and herbes doth growe, The see doth ebbe and flowe, And varyeth not a nayle. The floudes and wholsom sprynges, With other naturall thynges, Their course do neuer fayle