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<NAME>John Pas</NAME>
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</FIGURE>&para; A new balade entituled as foloweth.<FIGURE>
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<LG>
<L>&para; To &s;uch as write in Metres, I write</L>
<L>Of &s;mall matters an exhortation,</L>
<L>By readyng of which, men may delite</L>
<L>In &s;uch as be worthy commendation.</L>
<L>My ver&s;e al&s;o it hath relation</L>
<L>To &s;uch as print, that they doe it well,</L>
<L>The better they &s;hall their Metres &s;ell.</L>
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<Q><L>&flowerf; And when we haue doen al that euer we can,</L>
<L>Let vs neuer &s;eke pray&s;e at the mouth of man.</L></Q>
<LG>
<L><HI>HORACE,</HI> that noble Poet did write</L>
<L>In his learned booke, the arte of Poetrie</L>
<L>Notable thinges, of which to re&s;ite</L>
<L>One is now to be noted &s;peciallie</L>
<L>In the&s;e our dayes, and wot ye whie?</L>
<L>For &s;ome there be, take matters in hand</L>
<L>Chiefly in Metre, to &s;hew their fancie</L>
<L>As did in his dayes, a certaine band.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>&para; Read in his bookes, and then vnder&s;tand,</L>
<L>They vexed his eares, they troubled his eyes</L>
<L>With Metres in number, compared to y^e &s;and:</L>
<L>And lacked not &s;uch, as wolde to the &s;kyes</L>
<L>So pray&s;e their workes (&s;uch was their guy&s;e)</L>
<L>And al&s;o extoll their Metres &s;o</L>
<L>With wordes freuolous, and manife&s;t lyes,</L>
<L>That lyke vnto them, there was no mo.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>&para; But what &s;aith <HI>HORACE,</HI> afore we go</L>
<L>Any further herein? becau&s;e they did v&s;e</L>
<L>To procure freendes, le&s;t that their fo</L>
<L>Shoulde paint them out, and &s;o accu&s;e</L>
<L>Their doinges in ver&s;e, and their abu&s;e</L>
<L>Which men to prai&s;e them, were not &s;o pre&s;t</L>
<L>As Horace agayne wolde &s;tyll refu&s;e</L>
<L>To admit that number in to his bre&s;t.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>&para; Such coulde not dwell in his &s;tudie or che&s;t</L>
<L><HI>LVCILIVS,</HI> with other in Horace dayes</L>
<L>Was one which he coulde not di&s;ge&s;t</L>
<L>His ver&s;e in wordes, or &s;ence alwayes</L>
<L>For the mo&s;t parte de&s;erued &s;mall pray&s;e.</L>
<L>And why? becau&s;e he had more re&s;pect</L>
<L>To couet the garland, of Lawrel or Bayes</L>
<L>For number rather, then ver&s;e &s;elect.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>&para; For when by writing men doe detect</L>
<L>Their wy&s;edome, or els their follie in deede</L>
<L>Yf it be fooli&s;h, they doe correct</L>
<L>Or ought that can, and that with &s;peede</L>
<L>As <HI>HORACE</HI> did: the vn&s;kylfull breede</L>
<L>Of Poets that wrote in his time (I &s;ay)</L>
<L>The workes of &s;uch, as ye may read,</L>
<L>Continue not long, but fall away.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>&leaf; Such &s;pices &amp; wares as come from the &s;ea</L>
<L>They be good to v&s;e from towne to towne,</L>
<L>To the Pedler they be a right good &s;tay</L>
<L>To put in his &s;tuff, blacke white or browne,</L>
<L>Good for the Ma&s;ter, and good for y^e Clowne</L>
<L>To make (as ye know) the matter cleane,</L>
<L>Good to toke vp, and good to ca&s;t downe</L>
<L>When ye haue doen, ye know what I meane.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>&para; Your balades of loue not worth a beane</L>
<L>A number there be, although not all,</L>
<L>Some be pithie, &s;ome weake, &s;ome leane</L>
<L>Some doe runne as round as a ball:</L>
<L>Some ver&s;es haue &s;uch a plea&s;ant fall</L>
<L>That plea&s;ure it is for any man</L>
<L>Whether his knowledge be great or &s;mall</L>
<L>So that of a ver&s;e &s;ome &s;kyll he can.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>&para; But &s;ome yf ye take in hand to &s;kan</L>
<L>They lacke their grace, they lacke good &s;ence,</L>
<L>The Printer &s;houlde therfore with his fan</L>
<L>Pourge chaff from corne, to auoyde offence.</L>
<L>And not for lucre, vnder pretence</L>
<L>Of newes, to print what commeth to hand,</L>
<L>But that which is meete to bring in pence</L>
<L>Let him print, the matter well &s;tand:</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>&para; Our engly&s;h men, &s;ome out of the land</L>
<L>A &s;orte of Rebelles &s;turdye and &s;toute,</L>
<L>with our pope holy men, that ouerthwart band</L>
<L>At Louaine, with open &s;clander breath oute.</L>
<L>What enuie can doe, to bryng in doubte</L>
<L>The godly workes well written of late</L>
<L>Of learned men, and now go aboute</L>
<L>To &s;tirre vp again&s;t vs warre and debate.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>&para; Wherfore let vs not open a gate,</L>
<L>Eyther the Printer, or they which write</L>
<L>To &s;uch as they be, knowyng their &s;tate,</L>
<L>Their &s;clanderous pen doth cruelly byte.</L>
<L>Let them not &s;ay that tho&s;e which endyte</L>
<L>Lacke knowledge in that, the pen doth expre&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>Let them not &s;ay that a rauenyng Kyte</L>
<L>Is as good as a Larke, at a Printers me&s;&s;e.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>&para; But now le&s;t ye thinke me to v&s;e exce&s;&s;e</L>
<L>I wyll to an end my &s;elf prepare,</L>
<L>Wy&s;hyng all them that wyll adre&s;&s;e</L>
<L>Their pen to Metres, let them not &s;pare</L>
<L>To folow Chawcer, a man very rare,</L>
<L>Lidgate, Wager, Barclay and Bale:</L>
<L>VVith many other that excellent are,</L>
<L>In the&s;e our dayes, extant to &s;ale.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>&para; Let writers not couet the bottom or dale</L>
<L>Yf they may come to the hyll or brinke,</L>
<L>And when they haue written their learned tale</L>
<L>The Printer mu&s;t v&s;e good paper and inke.</L>
<L>Or els the reader may &s;ometime &s;hrinke</L>
<L>When faulte by inke or paper is &s;eene,</L>
<L>And thus euery day before we drinke</L>
<L>Let vs pray God to &s;aue our Queene. Amen.</L>
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<TRAILER>&para; <HI>FINIS.</HI></TRAILER>
<BYLINE>by <HI>R. B.</HI></BYLINE>
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<P>&para; Imprinted at S. Katherins be&s;yde the Towre of London, by Alexander Lacie.</P>
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