THE CAT= 



Anathema Maranatha 



That vengeaunce I aske and crye, 

 By way of exclamacyon, 

 On all the whole nacyon 

 Of cattes wylde and tame; 

 God send them sorowe and shame! 

 That cat especyally 

 That slew so cruelly 

 My lytell pretty sparowe, 

 That I brought up at Carowe. 

 O cat of churlyshe kynde, 

 The Fynde was in thy minde 

 When thou my byrde untwynde! 

 I would thou haddest ben blynde ! 

 The leopardes savage, 

 The lyons in theyr rage, 

 Myght catche thee in theyr pawes ! 

 And gnawe thee in theyr jawes! 

 The serpentes of Lybany 

 Myght stynge thee venymously! 

 The dragones with theyr tonges 

 Myght poyson thy lyver and longes ! 

 The mantycors of the montaynes 

 Myght f ede them on thy braynes ! 

 Melanchates, that hounde 

 That plucked Actaeon to the grounde, 

 Gave hym his mortall wounde, 



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