monarch but never signed by the Queen-and Udall mouldered away the remnant of his days in a rigid imprisonment.* Cartwright and Travers, the chief movers of this faction, retreated with haste and caution from the victims they had conducted to the place of execution, while they themselves sunk into a quiet forgetfulness and selfish repose.

SUPPLEMENT TO MARTIN MAR-PRELATE.

As a literary curiosity, I shall preserve a very rare poetical tract, which describes with considerable force the Revolutionists of the reign of Elizabeth. They are indeed those of wild democracy; and the subject of this satire will, I fear, be never out of time. It is an admirable political satire against a mob-government. In our poetical history, this specimen too is curious, for it will show that the stanza in alternate rhymes, usually denominated elegiac, is adapted to very opposite themes. The solemnity of the versification is impressive, and the satire equally dignified and keen.

The taste of the mere modern reader had been more gratified by omitting some unequal passages; but, after deliberation, I found that so short a composition would be injured by dismembering extracts. I have distinguished by italics the lines to which I desire the reader's attention, and have added a few notes to clear up some passages which might appear obscure.

Observe what different conclusions are drawn from the same fact by opposite writers. Heylin, arguing that Udall had been justly condemned, adds, "the man remained a living monument of the archbishop's extraordinary goodness to him in the preserving of that life which by the law he had forfeited." But Neale, on the same point, considers him as one who "died for his conscience, and stands upon record as a monument of the oppression and cruelty of the government." All this opposition of feeling is of the nature of party-spirit; but what is more curious in the history of human nature, is the change of opinion in the same family in the course of the same generation. The son of this Udall was as great a zealot for Conformity, and as great a sufferer for it from his father's party, when they possessed political power. This son would not submit to their oaths and covenants, but, with his bedridden wife, was left unmercifully to perish in the open streets.-WALKER's Sufferings of the Clergy, part ii. p. 178.

RYTHMES AGAINST MARTIN MARRE-PRELATE.*

Ordo Sacerdotum fatuo turbatur ab omni,
Labitur et passim Religionis honos.

SINCE Reason, Martin, cannot stay thy pen,
We 'il see what rime will do; have at thee then!

A Dizard late skipt out upon our stage,

But in a sacke, that no man might him see;
And though we know not yet the paltrie page,
Himselfe hath Martin made his name to bee.
A proper name, and for his feates most fit;
The only thing wherein he hath shew'd wit.

Who knoweth not, that Apes, men Martins call,+
Which beast, this baggage seemes as 't were himselfe :
So as both nature, nurture, name, and all,

Of that's expressed in this apish elfe.

Which Ile make good to Martin Marre-als face,
In three plaine poynts, and will not bate an ace.

For, first, the Ape delights with moppes and mowes,
And mocketh Prince and Peasants all alike;
This jesting Jacke, that no good manners knowes,
With his Asse-heeles presumes all states to strike.
Whose scoffes so stinking in each nose doth smell,
As all mouthes saie of Dolts he beares the bell.

Sometimes his chappes do walke in poynts too high,
Wherein the Ape himself a Woodcock tries.
Sometimes with floutes he drawes his mouth awrie,
And sweares by his ten bones, and falselie lies.
Wherefore be he what he will I do not passe;

He is the paltriest Ape that euer was.

Such fleering, leering, jeering fooles bopeepe,

Such hahas! teehees! weehees! wild colts play;

* In Herbert's "Typographical Antiquities," p. 1689, this tract is intituled, "A Whip for an Ape, or Martin Displaied." I have also seen the poem with this title. Readers were then often invited to an old book by a change of title: in some cases, I think the same work has been published with several titles.

Martin was a name for a bird, and a cant term for an Ass; and, as it appears here, an Ape. Our Martins, considered as birds, were often reminded that their proper food was "hempen seed," which at length choked them. That it meant an Ass, appears from "Pappe with a Hatchet." "Be thou Martin the bird or Martin the beast, a bird with the longest bill, or a beast with the longest ears, there's a net spread for your neck."--Sign. B. 5. There is an old French proverb, quoted by Cotgrave, voce Martin :--" Plus d'un ASNE à la foire, a nom Martin."

Such Sohoes! whoopes and hallowes; hold and keepe;
Such rangings, ragings, reuelings, roysters ray;
With so foule mouth, and knaue at euery catch,
'Tis some knaue's nest did surely Martin hatch.

Now out he runnes with Cuckowe king of May,
Then in he leapes with a wild Morrice daunce;
Then strikes he up Dame Lawson's* lustie lay;

Then comes Sir Jeffrie's ale-tub, tapp'd by chaunce,
Which makes me gesse, and I can shrewdly smell,
He loues both t' one and t'other passing well.

Then straight, as though he were distracted quite,
He chafeth like a cut-purse layde in warde;
And rudely railes with all his maine and might,
Against both knights and lords without regard:
So as Bridewell must tame his dronken fits,
And Bedlem help to bring him to his wits.

But, Martin, why, in matters of such weight,

Dost thou thus play the dawe, and dauncing foole?
O sir (quoth he) this is a pleasant baite

For men of sorts, to traine them to my schoole.
Ye noble states, how can you like hereof,

A shamelesse Ape at your sage head should scoffe?

Good Noddie, now leaue scribbling in such matters;
They are no tooles for fooles to tend unto;
Wise men regard not what mad monkies patters!
'Twere trim a beast should teach men what to do.
Now Tarleton's dead, the consort lackes a Vice.
For knaue and foole thou maist bear prick and price.

The sacred sect, and perfect pure precise,

Whose cause must be by Scoggin's jests mainteinde,
Ye shewe, although that Purple, Apes disguise,

Yet Apes are still, and so must be, disdainde.
For though your Lyons lookes weake eyes escapes,
Your babling bookes bewraies you all for Apes.

* Martin was a protégé of this Dame Lawson. There appear to have been few political conspiracies without a woman, whenever religion forms a part. This dame is thus noticed in the mock epitaphs on Martin's funeral"Away with silk, for I will mourn in sacke; Martin is dead, our new sect goes to wrack. Come, gossips mine, put finger in the eie,

He made us laugh, but now must make us crie."

DAME LAWSON.

"Sir Jeffrie's Ale-tub" alludes to two knights who were ruinously fined, and hardly escaped with life, for their patronage of Martin.

*

The next point is, Apes use to tosse and teare
What once their fidling fingers fasten on;
And clime aloft, and cast downe euery where,
And neuer staie till all that stands be gon!
Now whether this in Martin be not true,
You wiser heads marke here what doth ensue.

What is it not that Martin doth not rent?

Cappes, tippets, gownes, black chiuers, rotchets white;
Communion bookes, and homelies: yea, so bent

To teare, as women's wimples feele his spite.
Thus tearing all, as all apes use to doo,

He teares withall the Church of Christ in two.

Marke now what thinges he meanes to tumble downe,
For to this poynt to look is worth the while,
In one that makes no choice 'twixt cap and crowne,
Cathedral churches he would fain untile,
And snatch up bishops' lands, and catch away
All gaine of learning for his prouling pray.

And thinke you not he will pull downe at length

As well the top from tower as cocke from steeple;
And when his head hath gotten some more strength,

To play with Prince as now he doth with People:
Yes, he that now saith, Why should Bishops bee?
Will next crie out, Why Kings? The Saincts are free!
The Germaine boores with Clergiemen began,

But neuer left till Prince and Peeres were dead.
Jacke Leyden was a holy zealous man,

But ceast not till the Crowne was on his head.
And Martin's mate, Jacke Strawe, would alwaies ring,
The Clergie's faults, but sought to kill the King.
"Oh that," quoth Martin, "chwere a Nobleman !"*
Avaunt, vile villain! 'tis not for such swads.
And of the Counsell, too: marke Princes then :

These roomes are raught at by these lustie lads.
For Apes must climbe, and never stay their wit,
Untill on top of highest hilles they sit.

What meane they els, in euery towne to craue

Their Priest and King like Christ himself to be:
And for one Pope ten thousand Popes to have,
And to controll the highest he or she?

Aske Scotland that, whose King so long they crost,
As he was like his kingdome to haue lost.
Beware ye States and Nobles of this lande,

The Clergie is but one of these men's buttes.
The Ape at last on master's necke will stande:

Then gegge betimes these gaping greedie gutts.

Chwere, i. e. " that I were," alluding to their frequently adopting the corrupt phraseology of the populace, to catch the ears of the mob.

Least that too soone, and then too late ye feele,
He strikes at head that first began with heele.

The third tricke is, what Apes by flattering waies
Cannot come by with biting, they will snatch;
Our Martin makes no bones, but plainely saies,

Their fists shall walke, they will both bite and scratch.
He'll make their hearts to ake, and will not faile,
Where pen cannot, their penknife shall prevail.

But this is false, he saith he did but mock:

A foole he was, that so his words did scanne.
He only meant with pen their pates to knocke;
A knaue he is, that so turns cat in pan.
But, Martin, sweare and stare as deepe as hell,
Thy sprite, thy spite and mischeuous minde doth tell.

The thing that neither Pope with booke nor bull,
Nor Spanish King with ships could doe without,
Our MARTINS heere at home will worke at full:
If Prince curbe not betimes that rabble rout.
That is, destroy both Church and State and all;
For if t' one faile, the other needes must fall.

Thou England, then, whom God doth make so glad
Through Gospel's grace and Prince's prudent reigne,
Take heede lest thou at last be made as sad,

Through Martin's makebates marring, to thy paine.
For he marrs all and maketh nought, nor will,
Saue lies and strife, and works for England's ill.

And ye graue men that answere MARTIN's mowes,

He mocks the more, and you in vain loose times.
Leaue Apes to Doggs to baite, their skins to Crowes,

And let old Lanamt lashe him with his rimes.
The beast is proud when men read his enditings;
Let his workes goe the waie of all wast writings.

Now, Martin, you that say you will spawne out
Your brawling brattes, in euery towne to dwell,
We will provide in each place for your route,

A bell and whippe that Apes do loue so well.
And if yo skippe, and will not wey the checke,
We 'il haue a springe, and catche you by the necke.

It is a singular coincidence that Arnauld, in his caustic retort on the Jesuits, said—“I do not fear your pen, but your penknife." The play on the word, tells even better in our language than in the original— plume and canife.

I know of only one Laneham, who wrote "A Narrative of the Queen's Visit at Kenilworth Castle," 1575. He was probably a redoubtable satirist. I do not find his name in Ritson's "Bibliographia Poetica."