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Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides
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A treatyse declarynge the despyte of a secrete sedy-
cyous person / that dareth not shewe hymselfe.
His doyngs amonge trewe men / shuld not be had in place
That feareth to tell his name / & shameth to shewe his face.
Qui male a-
git odit lucem.
Jo. 3.
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WHy I thus do wryte / is greatlye to be mused
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But before I departe / It shall appere more playne
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Besechynge all honest men / to have me excused
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Thoughe (as no lasse bounden) I do seme very fayne
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By veryte to vaynquysshe malyvole dysdayne
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Force me so forceth / and wylleth me to wryte
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Truely for the truths sake and nothynge for despyte
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And nowe briefly to my purpose / the effecte is thys
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Of late I wrote two lybelles / not thynkynge to offende
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But perceyvynge amonge us thynges to be amys
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Styll styrrynge and procurynge us lewdly to contende
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Of suche indecent ordre / I desyred the ende
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For the whych cause onely / I toke on me to wryte
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Truely for the trueths sake / and nothynge for despyte
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But nowe I well perceave / I rubbed some on the gall
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Whiche causeth them to grunte / and ernestly to grone
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Wel, (be as be maye) I can not do with all
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It wyll not from the flesshe / that is rooted in the bone
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For my true maenynge / some shewe theym selfe full prone
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By sclaunder to deface me / withall theyr power & myght
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Nothynge for the trueths sake / but all for mad despyte
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Obsequium a-
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micos veritas
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odium parit.
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Tirentius
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They name me a papyste / and saye / I do not love
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None other but Papystes / and men of popysshe mynde
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The trewe tryall wherof / I referre to God above
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And consequently to others / what they can prove & fynde
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O man malycyous / that woldest so fayne blynde
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The good intentes of others / which truely do and wryte
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Labourynge theyr destruccion / through serpentyne despyte
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Homines veritatem
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dicentes a ma-
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lis odio haben
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tur. Ad gal. 4
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If justely you can prove / as you declare in wrytynge
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That I love none, but papistes, than may you wel mayntain
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Me to be a traytour / both to God / and our good kynge
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To the juste tryall of the whiche / I woll dryve you playne
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For you it is to late / to call in your wordes agayne
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Though a lurkyng lorrel / your name you woll not write
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Bothe you shalbe knowen / and your develysshe despyte
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Qui loquitur
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iniqua non po-
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test latere, nec
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preteriet illum
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corripiens ju-
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dicium. Sap. i.
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If you have knowen / any such treason to be in me
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Then you in your dewtye / have bene very neglygent
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The parte of every true hert / towardes his Kynge shuld be
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what he knoweth agaist his grace / furthwith to make evydent
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Who conceleth others treason / as a traytour doth consent
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Wherfore this your doyng / may appere / to ech mans syght
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Nothynge for the truethes sake / but all for lewde despyte
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Morte digni
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sunt non solum qui
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ea faciunt sed e
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tiam qui consentiunt
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facientibus, Ad
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Roma. i.
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You declare furthermore / that lately I rebelled
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Agaynst the Kynges majestye / and his councell all
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For the whiche sclaunder / I am greatly compelled
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Before the hygher powers / this matter for to call
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As surely I woll do / doubte you it not at all
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At whose handes I woll aske / but justyce and ryght
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Specyally for the truethes sake / & nothynge for despyte.
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Omnis qui facit
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justiciam ex deo
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natus est. i. Jo. ii
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Yet Cathon the wyse / doth teach me / & byddeth me not to care
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So as my lyfe be honest / let the wycked saye theyr mynde
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We can not forbyd mens speche / wherfore let them not spare
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Nature in every thynge / woll shewe her proper kynde
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Whiche to be proved true / is easy ynough to fynde
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In that / that you have done / sparynge not to wryte
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Nothyng for the truthes sake / but all for mad despyte
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Cum recte vi-
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vas ne cures
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verba malorum
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Abrytrii nostri
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non est quod quis-
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que loquatur.
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Cato.
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That / wherewith you be greved / is alwayes forth commyng
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My name playnely therunto / I woll it not denye
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And I redy to be punysshed / for suche my doynge
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If I have so deserved / and can be founde cause why
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Wherfore you be moche to blame / so to rayle and crye
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Openly detractynge me / agaynst all lawe and ryght
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As I am / I woll be knowen / to shal be your despyte
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Quare non ti
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muistis de-
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trahere servo
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meo. Nu. x.
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I could say some what more, but I mynde not to contende
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As the tree by her fruytes / is alwayes chyefely knowen
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So I doubte not / by your workes / before this mater ende
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you shal be well perceaved / & what blastes you have blowen
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And what kyndes of sede / every other man hath sowen
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Wherfore I do advyse you / be sure you stande upryght
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I doubte not to overthrowe you / in your owne despyte.
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Ex fructibus
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eorum cognos-
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tis eos. Ma-
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th. vii.
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In insidiis
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suis capiunter ini
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qui. Prov. x.
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your boke doth open mater / not mete I shold here touche
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But within shorte tyme / it shall shewe itselfe more playne
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Your doynges well declare / how in herte you styll grouche
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And agaynst whom, because you cannot youre wyll obtayne
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your malice doth so blynd you / & byddeth you not refrayne
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But throughly to procede / blusteryng with force & myght
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Forgettynge cleane your dewtye / and all for mad despyte
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Tempori servien
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dum est. ad Ro
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manos. xii.
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Malicia eorum
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excecavit eos
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Sapien. ii.
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And now to conclude / O Davyd holy prophet & kynge
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Unto god omnipotente / moste hyghe and eternall
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In Psalmyst here with the / wyll I crye and synge
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Judge thou me (o Lorde) that arte judge over all
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Discerne thou my cause / and let me to the call
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To be rydde from the wycked / which labour day & nyght
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Thy veryte to vanquysshe by deceytfull despyte
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judica me de-
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us et discerne
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causam meam de
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gente non sancta
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ab homine iniquo
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et doloso erue
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me. Psal. xlii
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And as thou arte Lorde of lordes & kynge of kynges
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Preserve our noble kynge / our moost precyous treasure
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With Katherine our Quene, & graunt that theyr procedynges
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In longe lyfe maye prospere / unto thy wyll and pleasure
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And to Edwarde our Prynce / that moste redolent floure
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Infuse in theym thy grace / and helpe we maye be quyte
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Of these sectes sedycyous / so swellynge in despyte
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God save the Kynge.
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His doynges among trew men / shuld not be had in place
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That feareth to tell his name & shameth to shewe his face
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Qui male a-
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git odit lucem.
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Joh. iii
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By Thomas Smythe, servaunt to the Kynges Royall
Majestye
And clerke of the Quenes graces councel (thoughe mooste
unworthy.
Imprynted at London in Pater noster rowe, at the sygne
of our lady pytye by Johnn Redman / ad im-
primendum solum.
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