A mervaylous straunge deformed Swyne.
HEre Good Reader shalt thou beholde a straunge and defor-
med Swyne, farowed and brought foorth in Denmarke, and there bought and brought over by
an Englishman, which hath it at this present, & is to be seen alive, the proportion wherof is won-
derous straunge to beholde and vew: the forepart therof from the Snoute beneath the foreshoul-
ders are in al pointes like unto a Swine, except the Eares only, which resemble the eares of a Lion,
the hinder parte (contrarie to kinde) is proportioned in all pointes like unto a Ram, having softe wooll both white
and blacke mixed monge the hard Heare, and so groweth from the shoulders downewarde, all the body over, and it
is a Boare Pyg, howbeit, there doth nothing appeare outwarde, but onely the Pysell under his Belly, but if a man
list to feele & gripe it in the Grindes, there ye may feele his Coddes within his belly: and the most straungest thinge
of all, is the misshapen and deformed Feete, wheron grow certayne Tallents and very harde Clawes, doubling un-
der his Feete, every Claw so byg as a mans Fynger, and blacke of colour, and the length of every of them are full .x.
inches, very straunge and wonderfull to beholde, it feedeth and eateth divers and sundrie thinges, as well Haye and
Grasse, as Breade and Apples, with such other thinges as sheepe and Swyne do feede on.
An exhortacion or warnynge to all men, for amendment of lyfe.
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COme neere good Christians all,
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beholde a Monster rare:
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Whose monstrous shape (no doubt) fortels
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Gods wrath we should beware.
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His wondrous works we ought not judge,
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as toyes and trifles vaine:
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Whither it be Childe or brutish Beast,
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forwarnings they are playne.
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As now, this mingled brutish Beast,
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Gods creature is we see:
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Although as straunge of shape and forme
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as possyblie may be.
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For if you do way well ech poynt,
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his nature and his shape
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I feare resembles some of those,
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as on the same do gape.
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For why most Swinish are our lives,
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and monstrous (that is sure:)
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Though we resemble simple Sheepe,
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or Lambes that be most pure.
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But every Tree itselfe will try,
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at last by his owne Fruite:
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Though on our Backs we cary Woll,
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our conscience is pollute,
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Though smilingly with flattering face,
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we seeme Gods word to love:
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Contrarywise som hate the same,
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as well their deedes did proove.
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Who ment the ruine of our Realme,
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as Traytours to our Queene:
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Som white faste Lambs have sought to do
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(nay, monstrous Swine) I weene.
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I meane not here at large to showe
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offences as they bee:
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In whom they raigne, in hie or low,
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I name here no degree.
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But generally, I say to all,
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repent amend your life:
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The greedy rich, the needy poore,
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yea, yongman, Maide, and Wife.
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The Protestant, the Papist eke,
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what secte so that ye be,
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Gripe your own conscience, learne to do
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as God commaundeth ye.
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For all are sinners David saith,
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Yea, do the best we may,
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Unprofitable servaunts still we be,
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we can it not denay.
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Judge ye therfore how far amisse,
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all those their lives do frame:
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That outwardly professe Gods truth,
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and inward hate the same.
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Judge ye againe that hate your Prince,
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and seeke the Realme to spoyle:
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What monstrous Swine you prove at length,
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for all your covert coyle.
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Experience late by Felton false,
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and Nortons two I weene:
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Their Treason known were wondred at
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as they had Monsters been.
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And surely I can judge no lesse,
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but that they Monsters were:
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Quite changed from true subjects shape,
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their deedes did so appere.
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Then let their deedes example be,
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to us that Subjects are:
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For treason ends by shamfull death,
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therfore by them beware.
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I speake not here of monstrous Pride,
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in Man, in Mayde, and Wife:
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Nor Whoordom which is daily usde,
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in England ranke and rife.
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Of Covetousnesse, what should I say,
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or Usery daily don:
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It booteth not to speake therof,
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so much therby is wonne.
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But if they well do count their Cardes,
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how God they do offend:
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Iwis their sweete ill gotten gaines,
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hath sowre and bitter end,
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From the which end deliver us Lord,
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and graunt both hie and low,
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To become thy servaunts just and true
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and then our end we know.
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God grant our gracious soverain Queen
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long over us may raigne:
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And this life past, with Christ our Lord,
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Heavens joyes she may attaine.
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