The hoohe of Hunting 

 O^ the Foxe 



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RAyncrd the Foxe am I, a craftie childe well knowne, 

 ^ Yea better known than credited, w* more than is mine own : 

 A baltard kynd of curre, mine eares declare the fame, 

 And yet my wit and pollicie haue purchaft me great fame. 



The Foxe to the Huntefman 



IF dogs had tong at will to talke in their defence. 

 If brutifli beaft might be fo bold, to plead at barre for pence. 

 If poore Tom troth might fpeake, of all that is amyfTe, 

 Then might would beare no right a down : then men would pardon this. 

 Which 1 muft here declare. Then quickly would be known, 

 That he which deales with ftrangers faults, fliould firft amend his owne. 

 Thus much my felfe may fay, thus much my felfe can proue. 

 Yet whiles I preache beware the Geefe, for fo it fliall behoue. 

 I figh (yet fmyle) to fee, that man (yea mafter man) 

 Can play his part in pollicie, as well as Raynard can. 

 And yet forfoth the Foxe is he that beares the blame. 

 But two leggd Foxes eate the ducks, when foure legs beare the name. 

 A wonder is to fee, how people flioute and crye, 

 With hallowes, whoupes, and fpitefuU words, when I poore Fox go by. 



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