¶ An Enuoye from Thomas Smyth vpon thaunswer of one. W. G. Lurkyng in Lorrells Denne / for feare men shulde hym see.
Whether I troll here, or troll ther, I wyll so troll aboute
That in my trollynge, I do trust, as you are, to trolle you oute.
NOwe with no lesse salutacyon, that to such doth pertayne
Vnto you I do present, this lytell poore treatyse
Wyllynge you to vnderstande, and also to knowe playne
I haue receyued, your lewde lybell, wherin you enterpryse
Both me and my doynges, full proudely to despyse
But bable what you lyst / it skylleth not a whyt
Remember well this worde, hereafter cometh not yet.
¶ You ruffle, and you rayle, for malyce and despyte
And as a ragynge ruffyen / your selfe you do shewe playne
For as moche as you be greued, with that, that I dyd wryte
Which I wyll neuer denye, but throughlye mayntayne
Yet (as you wryte) in one poynte, you haue cause to complayne
For that I spake but of lykelyhod / and wente but by gesse
Of the treson in your herte / you knowynge there no lesse.
¶ If with the poynte of my penne, I do you so spurre and prycke
That therby you be greued and greatly styrred to yre
Yet doubte I not to syt sure / all though you wynche and kycke
Fast closed in my dewty / to saue me from the myre
But in your flynges take hede, beware I saye the fyre
Or some other galtrope / take thys prouerbe for a token
The pot so often goeth forth / at last it commeth home broken.
¶ You are angry that I my selfe / so openly declare
My name playnly dyscrybynge, and of my seruyce the pyth
All honest men thynk, I shulde no lesse, wherfore I ne care
Though mad malyce moue you / to be despyted therwith
Hit haue plesed you, to compare, the cobbler with the smyth
Your proude skorne wherin / is easye ynough to be founde
Yet better is a cobbler than an ydell vagabounde.
☞ In openynge my name and seruyce / this was myne entente
In case that for my doynges, I were thought worthy blame
Any other person gyltles therfore shuld not be shente
Consydred (as is well knowen) many be of my name
Myne offyce therfore I added / and thought therin no shame
Nether braggynge, nor bostynge / as to my charge you laye
Who is naught hymselfe / so iudgeth in others alwaye.
¶ A true man shameth neuer, to shewe his name and face
A thefe hym selfe mystrusteth and is euermore in doubte
Lest that his lewde lyuynge / shulde present it selfe in place
As commenly it is sene / at lenght trouth is tryed oute
So in lykewyse you / do seke all corners round aboute
But it woll not helpe you, though a whyle there be delaye
Tyme shall trye your colour, be it russet, blacke / or graye.
¶ Of rumblynge in scryptures / you do me moch reproue
Well yf your wyttes do serue you / my doynges to amende
Come forth and shew your face / as to honestye doth behoue
And lay vnto my charge / what you can reprehende
Nay / nay / I am sure, you do it lest intende
In raylynge is your ruffe, in your spelunke whan ye syt
But remember well this worde / hereafter commeth not yet.
[...]ysely you councell me / to some taylour to resorte
[...]nge out of scrypture / my texte the better to frame
[...]ot hyde your secte / nor yet your brotherly sorte
[...] for the deuyll) you shewe your selfe the same
[...]urs / Cobblers / and Tylers / doctous of worthy fame
[...]des / Ruffyens / and others / amongs whom you rynge your bell
[...] lyke as you be / so set you forth your councell.
[...]rynge in your boldnes / you wolde your selfe a traytour proue
[...] only pretens of my most desyred fall
[...]ntenans of popery / you say I do most loue
[...] yf you knowe trewe / than a traytour I maye you call
[...] your concelement but I woll dryue you to the tryall
[...] doynges shall appere / thoughe deferred for a space
[...]. W. G. I dare well shewe my face
[...]est of your raylynges / I woll as nowe omyte
[...] the purpose penysshe my tyme I woll not spende
[...] naught / but declare
[...] the lewde vse of your wyt
[...]at malyce of herte towardes other you pretende
[...]e no nother buckler / wherwith your selfe to defende
[...]uketh your secte / or wolde refourme your heresye
[...] you stray
[...]e he is a mayntaynour of popery.
[...] though you wolde hyde yourselfs / yet men may easely knowe
[...]yned hertes you do beare to God and our good Kynge
[...]e hath ordeyned lawes / whiche cleane to ouerthrowe
[...] auayll is dayly taken / to euydent is the thynge
[...]lde beware your secte for surely you wolde fayne brynge
[...]
[...]ther to rayne ouer vs yf you wyste / by what shyfte
[...]
[...]e we haue / herof / Reade of kynge Henry the fyfte
[...]e maye we playnly fynde / what a detestable sorte
[...] fayned hertes / agaynst theyr kynge dyd ryse,
[...]nge to chose another kynge / that wolde theym supporte
[...]r naughtye errours and mayntaynaunce of heresyes
[...] (who of his grace) euer prouydeth for his
[...]che knowlege therof / that they had not theyr entente
[...]fled / some taken / some were hanged on the gallowes and brente.
[...]che thynge I do desyre / all true subiectes to regarde
[...] god and our good kynge / to beare a due obedience
[...]ll false fayned hertes / I wishe the same rewarde
[...]ke as thothers had / worthely / for theyr offence
[...] we syt. W.G. marke well this sentence
[...]er that as you be / so haue you vsed your wytte
[...]berr well this worde / here after commeth not yet.
[...] aduenture syr. W.G. you wyll yet bragge and boste
[...] from the scripturs you haue dryuen me cleane a waye
[...]
[...]e therin whan you dare / you shall come to your coste
[...]h for cause consyderable / a whyle I do lytell saye
[...]e to ryde you with a byt / shall dryue you from your playe
[...]se you holde downe your hed / that fayne you wolde bere a loft
[...]woll so tramell your heles / youre pace shall be more softe.
[...] for an ende (Eternall God) I beseche the graunt longe lyfe
[...]sperous contynuans / to Henry our most noble kynge
[...]theryne our Quene also / his most Laufull Wyfe
[...]nte betwene theym bothe / lyke other braunches to sprynge
[...]warde our Prynce) that most odor
[...]ferous thynge
[...] theym longe togither Lorde / and graunt theym all the blysse
[...]ngels incessantly / synge (Gloria in excelsis) Amen.
¶ God saue the Kynge.
[...]ether I trolle here, or trolle there, I wyll so trolle aboute
[...] my trollynge I do truste, as you are, to trolle you oute
[...]e selfe same person, who not withstandynge your despyte
[...]eth not, nor shrynketh not playnely him selfe to wryte
[...] Smyth, se
[...]uant to the Kynges Royall Maiestye
Clerke of the Quenes graces counsell (though most vnworthy)
¶ Finis.