Sume fayne themselfe folys, and wolde be callyd wyse, Sum medelynge spyes, by craft to grope thy mynde, Sum dysdanous dawcokkis that all men dispyse, Fals flaterers that fawne thé, and kurris of kynde That speke fayre before thé and shrewdly behynde; 620 Hither they come crowdyng to get them a name, But hailid they be homwarde with sorow and shame. With that I herd gunnis russhe out at ones, Bowns, bowns, bowns! that all they out cryde; It made sum lympe legged and broisid there bones; Sum were made peuysshe, porisshly pynk iyde, That euer more after by it they were aspyid; And one ther was there, I wondred of his hap, For a gun stone, I say, had all to-iaggid[1626] his cap, Raggid, and daggid, and cunnyngly cut; 630 The blaste of the byrnston[1627] blew away his brayne; Masid as a marche hare, he ran lyke a scut; And, sir, amonge all me thought I saw twaine, The one was a tumblar, that afterwarde againe Of a dysour, a deuyl way, grew a ientilman, Pers Prater, the secund, that[1628] quarillis beganne; With a pellit of peuisshenes they had suche a stroke, That all the dayes of ther lyfe shall styck by ther rybbis: Foo, foisty bawdias! sum smellid of the smoke; I saw dyuers that were cariid away thens in cribbis, 640 Dasyng after dotrellis, lyke drunkardis that dribbis; Theis titiuyllis[1629] with taumpinnis wer towchid and tappid; Moche mischefe, I hyght you, amonge theem ther happid. Sometyme, as it semyth, when the mone light By meanys of a grosely endarkyd clowde Sodenly is eclipsid in the wynter night, In lyke maner of wyse a myst did vs shrowde; But wele may ye thynk I was no thyng prowde Of that auenturis, whiche made me sore agast. In derkenes thus dwelt we, tyll at the last 650 The clowdis gan[1630] to clere, the myst was rarifiid: In an herber[1631] I saw, brought where I was, There birdis on the brere sange on euery syde; With alys ensandid about in compas, The bankis enturfid with singular solas, Enrailid with rosers, and vinis engrapid; It was a new comfort of sorowis escapid. In the middis a coundight,[1632] that coryously[1633] was cast, With pypes of golde engusshing out stremes; Of cristall the clerenes theis waters far past, 660 Enswymmyng with rochis, barbellis, and bremis, Whose skales[1634] ensilured again the son beames Englisterd, that ioyous it was to beholde. Then furthermore aboute me my syght I reuolde, Where I saw growyng a goodly laurell tre, Enuerdurid with leuis[1635] contynually grene; Aboue in the top a byrde of Araby, Men call a phenix; her wynges bytwene She bet vp a fyre with the sparkis full kene With braunches and bowghis of the swete olyue, 670