THE CAT 



Chaunged to a dere, 

 The story doth appere, 

 Was chaunged to an harte: 

 So thou, f oule eat that thou arte, 

 The selfesame hounde 

 Myght thee confounde, 

 That his owne lord bote, 

 Myght byte asondre thy throte ! 



Of Inde the gredy grypes 

 Myght tere out all thy trypes ! 

 Of Arcady the beares 

 Myght plucke awaye thyne eares ! 

 The wylde wolfe Lycaon 

 Byte asondre thy backe bone ! 

 Of Ethna the brennynge hyll, 

 That day and nyghte brenneth styl, 

 Set in thy tayle a blase, 

 That all the world may gase 

 And wonder upon thee ! 

 From Ocyan the greate sea 

 Unto the Isles of Orchady; 

 From Tyllbery ferry 

 To the playne of Salysbery! 

 So trayterously my byrde to kyll, 

 That never wrought thee evyll wyll! 



The BoJee of Phylyp Sparowe, John Skelton. 



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