SODOMY

Ambo is a name full clean, Know you not what I mean? And are so good a clarke. Have in than at a dash, With swash myry annet swash, Yet may I not be to rash, For my holy order sake. Yes, and wholesome woman verily. And wele seane in Philosophy, Mennys Fortune's she can tell. She can by saying her Ave mary, And by other charms of sorcery, Ease men of tooth ache by and buy, Yea, and fatche the devil from hell. She can milk the cow and hunt the fox, And help men of the ague and pox, So they bring money to the box, When they to her make moan. She can fatch again all that is lost, And draw drink out of a rotten post, Without the help of the holy Ghost. In working she is alone. Lete her tell fourth her matter. The woman hath a wit, And by her gere can sixth, Though she be somewhat old. It is mine own sweet bully, My muskyne and my mullye, My gelouer and my cully, Yea, mine own sweet heart of Gold. Say fourth your mind good mother, For this man is non other, But our own loving brother. And is very wele content. My self I so behave, And am so vile a knave. As nature does deprave, And utterly abheire. I am such a vice truly, As God in his great fury. Dead ponnysh most terribly, In Sodom and in Gomoire. In the flesh I am a fire, And soch a vile desire, As bring men to the mire, Of fowl concupiscence. We two together began, To Spring and to grow in man, As Thomas of Aquyne scan, In the fort book of his sentence. I dwelled among the Sodomites, The Beniamytes, and Madyanytes, And now the popish hypocrites, Embrace me every where. I am now become all spiritual, For the clergy at Room and over all, For want of wives to me does fallen, To God they have no fear. The children of God I dead so move, That they the Daughters of men dead love, Working soch ways as dead not behoove, Till the flood them over went. With Noah's son Than ̄ I was half joined, When he his drunken father scorned. In the Gomorytes I also reigned, Till the hand of God them brent. I was with Onan not unacquainted, When he on the ground his increase shed, For me his brethren Joseph accused, As Genesis does tell. David ones warned all men of us two, Do not as mules and horses will do, Confounded be they that to images go, Those are the ways to hell. Both Isaiah and Ezechiel. Both Hieremy and Daniel, Of us the abominations tell, With the prophets everyone, For us two God strake with fire & water. With battle, with plagues & fearful matter, With painful exile, than at the latter, Into Egypt and Babylon. As Paul to the Romans testify, The gentiles after Idolatry, Fell to soch bestial Sodomy, That God dead them forsake. Who followeth us as he confess, The kingdom of God shall never possess, And as the Apocalypse express, Shall sink to the burning lake. We made Thalon and Sophocles, Thamiras, Nero, Agathocles, Tibernius and Aristoteles, Themselves to use unnaturally I taught Aristo and Fulmus, Semiramis and Hortensius, Crathes, Hyliscus, and Pontius, Beasts to abuse most monstrum uslye. In the first age I began, And so perseuerde with man, And Still will if I can, So long as he endure. If monkish sects renew, And popish priests continue, Which are of my retynue. To live I shall be sure. Clean Marriage they forbid, Yet can not their ways be hid, Men know what hath betid, When they have be in parell. Oft have they buried quick, Soch as were never sick, Full many a proper trycke, They have to help their quarrel. In Room to me they fallen, Both Bishop and Cardinal. Monk, fryre, pressed and all, More rank they are than ants. Example in pope July, Which sought to have in his fury, Two lads, and to use them beastly, From the Cardinal of Nantes.