thousand Popes to have,
And to controll the highest he or she?_
Aske Scotland that, whose King so long they crost,
As he was like his kingdome to haue lost.

Beware ye States and Nobles of this lande,
The Clergie is but one of these men's buttes.
_The Ape at last on master's necke will stande:
Then gegge betimes these gaping greedie gutts._
_Least that too soone, and then too late ye feele,
He strikes at head that first began with heele._

The third tricke is, _what Apes by flattering waies
Cannot come by with biting, they will snatch_;
Our _Martin_ makes no bones, but plainely saies,
Their fists shall walke, they will both bite and scratch.
He'll make their hearts to ake, and will not faile,
_Where pen cannot, their penknife shall prevail_.[428]

But this is false, he saith he did but mock:
A foole he was, that so his words did scanne.
He only meant with pen their pates to knocke;
A knaue he is, that so turns cat in pan.
But, _Martin_, sweare and stare as deepe as hell,
Thy sprite, thy spite and mischeuous minde doth tell.

_The thing that neither Pope with booke nor bull,
Nor Spanish King with ships could doe without,
Our MARTINS heere at home will worke at full:
If Prince curbe not betimes that rabble rout._
That is, destroy both Church and State and all;
For if t' one faile, the other needes must fall.

Thou England, then, whom God doth make so glad
Through Gospel's grace and Prince's prudent reigne,
Take heede lest thou at last be made as sad,
Through _Martin's_ makebates marring, to thy paine.
For he marrs all and maketh nought, nor will,
Saue lies and strife, and works for _England's_ ill.

_And ye graue men that answere MARTIN'S mowes,
He mocks the more, and you in vain loose times.
Leaue Apes to Doggs to baite, their skins to Crowes_,
And let old _Lanam_[429] lashe him with his rimes.
_The beast is proud when men read his enditings_;
Let his workes goe the waie of all wast writings.

Now, _Martin_, you that say you will spawne out
Your brawling brattes, in euery towne to dwell,
_We will provide in each place for your route,
A bell and whippe that Apes do loue so well._
And if yo skippe, and will not wey the checke,
We 'il haue a springe, and catche you by the necke.

And so adieu, mad _Martin_-mar-the-land
Leaue off thy worke, and "more work"[430] hearest thou me
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