might him see;
And though we know not yet the paltrie page,
Himselfe hath _Martin_ made his name to bee.
A proper name, and for his feates most fit;
The only thing wherein he hath shew'd wit.

Who knoweth not, that Apes, men _Martins_ call,[425]
Which beast, this baggage seemes as 't were himselfe:
So as both nature, nurture, name, and all,
Of that's expressed in this apish elfe.
Which Ile make good to Martin Marre-als face,
In three plaine poynts, and will not bate an ace.

For, first, _the Ape delights with moppes and mowes,
And mocketh Prince and Peasants all alike_;
_This jesting Jacke_, that no good manners knowes,
_With his Asse-heeles presumes all states to strike_.
Whose scoffes so stinking in each nose doth smell,
As all mouthes saie of Dolts he beares the bell.

Sometimes his chappes do walke in poynts too high,
Wherein the Ape himself a Woodcock tries.
Sometimes with floutes he drawes his mouth awrie,
And sweares by his ten bones, and falselie lies.
Wherefore be he what he will I do not passe;
He is the paltriest Ape that euer was.

Such fleering, leering, jeering fooles bopeepe,
Such hahas! teehees! weehees! wild colts play;
Such Sohoes! whoopes and hallowes; hold and keepe;
Such rangings, ragings, reuelings, roysters ray;
With so foule mouth, and knaue at euery catch,
'Tis some knaue's nest did surely _Martin_ hatch.

_Now out he runnes with Cuckowe king of May,
Then in he leapes with a wild Morrice daunce_;
Then strikes he up _Dame Lawson's_[426] lustie lay;
Then comes Sir _Jeffrie's_ ale-tub, tapp'd by chaunce,
Which makes me gesse, and I can shrewdly smell,
He loues both t' one and t'other passing well.

_Then straight, as though he were distracted quite,
He chafeth like a cut-purse layde in warde_;
_And rudely railes with all his maine and might,
Against both knights and lords without regard_:
So as _Bridewell_ must tame his dronken fits,
And _Bedlem_ help to bring him to his wits.

But, _Martin_, why, in matters of such weight,
Dost thou thus _play the dawe, and dauncing foole_?
O sir (quoth he) _this is a pleasant baite
For men of sorts_, to traine them to my schoole.
_Ye noble states, how can you like hereof,
A shamelesse Ape at your sage head should scoffe?_

Good Noddie, now leaue scribbling in such matters;
They are no tooles for fooles to tend unto;