[ 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 fame
If 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.