Quartus Passus.

Some, for very neede, lay down a skaine of threed,
Some beanes and pease, some chaffer doth ease;
Sometime, now and than, another there ran,
With a good brasse pan, her cullour full wan;
Shee ran in all haste, vnbrac'd and vnlaste,
Tawny, swart, and sallow, like a cake of tallow,
I swear by All-hallow, it was a stare to take
The deuill in a brake.

Then came halting Ione, and brought a gambone
Of bacon that was restie; but Lord how testie,
Angry and waspie, she began to yawne and gaspie,
And bad Elynovr goe bet, and fill in good met,
It was deere that was farre fet.

Another brought a spicke, of a bacon slicke,

Her tongue was very quicke, but she spake somewhat thicke.
Her fellow did stammer and stut, but she was a foule slut;
For her mouth foamed, and her belly groaned.

Ione saine she had eaten a fyest, Queane (quoth she) thou lyest,
I haue as sweet a breath, as thou, with shamefull death.
Then Elynovr said, ye callets, I shall breake your pallets,
Without you now cease, and so was made a drunken peace.
Then came drunken Ales, and she was full of tales

Of tidings in Walles, and St. Iames in gales,
And of the Portingales, with loe Gossip I wis,
Thus and thus it is, there hath beene great warre
Betweene Temple-Barre, and the Crosse in Cheape,
And there came a heape of mill-stones in a rout;
Shee speaketh thus in her snout, sniueling in her nose,
As though she had the pose, loe here is an old tippet,
You shall give me a sippet of your strong ale,
And God send good sale; and as she was drinking,
Shee fell in a winking with a barly-hood,

Shee pist where she stood; then began shee to weepe,
And forthwith fell a-sleepe: Elynovr tooke her vp,
And blest her with a cup of new ale in cornes,
Ales found therein no thornes, but supt it vp at once,
Shee found therein no bones.

Quintus Passus.

Now in commeth another rable, first one with a ladle,

Another with a cradle, and with a side-sadle,
And there began a fable, a clattering and a bable,
Of foles silly, that had a fole with Willy,
With iast you and gup gilly, she could not lie stilly.
Then came in a gennet, and sware by Saint Bennet,
I dranke not, this sennet, a draught to my pay;
Elynovr, I thee.pray, of thy ale let me assay,

And haue here a pelch of gray; I wear skins of conny,
That causeth I looke so donny. Another then did hitch-her,
And brought a pottell-pitcher, a tonnell and a bottell,
But she had lost the stoppell; she cut of her shooe-sole,
And stopt therewith the hole.

Among all the blommer, another brought a scommer,
A frying-pan, and slice, Elynovr made the price
For good ale each whit. Then start in mad Kit,
That had little wit, shee seemed some deale seeke,
And brought a penny cheeke, to Dame Elynovr,
For a draught of liquour.

Then Margery milke-ducke her kirtle did vp tucke,.
An ynch aboue her knee, her legges that ye might see;

But they were sturdy and stubled, mighty pestels and clubbed,

As faire and as white as the foote of a kite;

She was some-what foule, crooked neck'd like an owle,.

And yet she brought her fees, a cantle of Essex cheese,
Was well a foot thicke, full of magots quicke;

It was huge and great, and mighty strong meat,
For the deuill to eat, it was tart and punieate.
Another sort of sluts; some brought walnuts,

Some apples, some peares, and some their clipping-sheares;
Some brought this and that, some brought I wot nere what,
Some brought their husbands hat:

Some puddings and linkes, some tripe that stinkes.
But of all this throng, one came them among;
Shee seem'd halfe a leach, and began to preach

Of the Tuesday in the wecke, when the mare doth kicke;
The vertue of an vnset leeke, and her husbands breeke;
With the feathers of a quaile, she could to bord onsaile,
And, with good ale-barme, she could make a charme,
To helpe withall a stitch; she seemed to be a witch;
Another brought two goslings, that were naughty froslings,
Some brought them in a wallet, she was a comely callet;
The goslings were vntide, El'novr began to chide,

They be wrethocke thou hast brought, and shire-shaking nought.

Sextus Passus.

Maud ruggie thither skipped, she was vgly hipped,
And vgly thicke lipped, like an onyon sided,
Like tan'd leather hided, she had her so guided,
Betweene the cup and the wall, she was there-withall
Into a palzie fall:

With that her head shaked, and her hands quaked:

One's heart would haue aked, to haue seene her naked;
She dranke so of the dregs, the dropsie was in her legs;
Her face glistring like glasse, all foggie fat she was;
She had also the gout in all her ioints about,

Her breath was sower and stale, and smelled all of ale,

Such a bed-fellow would make one cast his craw;
But yet for all that, she dranke on the mash-fat;
There came an old ribibe, she halted of a kibe,
And had broken her shin, at the threshold comeing in,
And fell so wide open, one might see her token,

The deuill thereon be wroken, what need all this be spoken,
She yelled like a calfe: rise vp on God's halfe,

Said Elynovr Rvmmin, I beshrew thee for comming;

As she at her did plucke, quacke, quacke, said the ducke
In that lampatram's lap, with fie couer the shap,
With some flip-flap; God give it ill hap,
Said Elynovr for shame, like an honest dame:
Vp she start halfe lame, and scantly could goe,
For paine and for woe.

In came another dant, with a goose and a gant;
She had a wide wesant, she was nothing pleasant,
Necked like an elephant, it was a bullifant,
A greedy cormorant.

Another brought garlike-heads, another brought her beads,
Of iet or of cole, to offer to the ale pole.

Some brought a wimble, and some brought a thymble :
Some brought a silke lace, and some a pin-case:
Some her husband's gowne, some a pillow of downe;
And all this shift they make for the good ale sake.
Then start forth a phisgigge, and she brought a bore-pigge,
The flesh thereof was ranke, and her breath strongly stanke;
Yet ere she went she dranke, and gate her great thanke
Of Elynovr for her ware, that she thither bare,

To pay for her share. Now truly, to my thinking,
This was a solemne drinking.

Septimus Passus.

Soft, quoth one hight Sibbill, first let me with you bibbill; Shee sate down in the place, with a sorry face,

Whey-wormed about, garnished was her snout,

With here and there a puscull, like a scabbed muscull:
This ale, said she, is noppy, let us sipp and soppy,
And not spill a droppy, for so mote I hoppy,

It cooleth well my coppy.

Dame Elynovr, said she, haue, here's for me,
A clout of London pins, and with that she begins
The pot to her plucke, and dranke a good lucke,
She swing'd vp a quart at once for her part:
Her paunch was so puffed, and so with ale stuffed,
Had she not hyed a-pace, she had defiled the place.
Then began the sport amongst the drunken sort,
Dame Elynovr, said they, lend here a locke of hay,
To make all things cleane, you wot well what I meane.
But, Sir, among all that sate in that ball,

There was a prick-me-dainty sate like a sainty,
And began to painty, as though she would fainty;.
She made it as coy as a lege demoy,

She was not halfe so wise as she was peeuish nice;
She said neuer a word, but rose from the bord,
And called for our dame, Elynovr by name.
We supposed I wis, that she rose to pisse;
But the very ground was to compound

With Elynovr in the spence, to pay for her expence.
I haue no penny nor groat, to pay, said she, God wot,
For washing of my throat.

But my beades of amber, beare them to your chamber.
Then Elynovr did them hide within her bed-side;

But some sate right sad, that nothing had,
There of their owne, neither gelt nor pawne;

Such were there manny, that had not a peny:

But, when they should walke, were faine with a chalke,
To score on the balke:

Or score on the taile, God give it ill haile,
For my fingers itch, I haue written to mych,
Of this mad mumming of Elynovr Rvmmin.
Thus endeth the gest of this worthy feast.

Skelton's Ghost to the Reader.

THUS, countrymen kinde,

I pray let me finde,

For this merry glee,
No hard censure to be.
King Henry the Eight
Had a good conceit
Of my merry vaine,
Though duncicall plaine:
It now nothing fits
The times nimble wits;
My lawrell and I
Are both wither'd dry,
And you flourish greene,
In your workes daily seene,
That come from the presse,
Well writ I confesse;
But time will deuouer

Your poets as our,
And make them as dull
As my empty scull.

APHORISMS OF STATE:

OR,

CERTAIN SECRET ARTICLES

FOR THE

RE-EDIFYING OF THE ROMISH CHURCH,

Agreed upon, and approved in Council by the

COLLEGE OF CARDINALS IN ROME,

Shewed and delivered unto

POPE GREGORY THE FIFTEENTH,

A little before his Death.

Whereunto is annexed a Censure upon the chief Points of that which the Cardinals had concluded.

BY THOMAS SCOTT.

Very needful and profitable for all those, who are desirous to understand the event of the Restitution of the Palatinate, and of the State of the Princes Electors of Saxony and Brandenburgh, in the Behalf of the Clergy in Rome. Fit for the British Nation especially to take notice of, that they may evidently see the issue of all our Treaties, Ambassages, and Promises, with other Hopes depending; wherein we have been long held in Suspence, and are still like to be, to our irrecoverable Loss.

Faithfully translated, according to the Latin and Netherlandish Dutch, into English. Printed at Utrecht, 1624, Quarto, containing thirty Pages.

WE

The First Article.

HEREAS Maximilian the Duke of Bavaria, for the establishing the state of his prince electorship, hath sought unto the authority of the apostolical seat *; thereby hath the apostolical church obtained opportunity, to recover their lost obedience in the denied ecclesiastical jurisdiction.

The 2d Article.

Since the Pope of Rome, by means of the present Duke of Bava

Viz. The Pope's chair, called by his disciples, apostolical,