Dein pro-cancellarium

Produxit equitantem,

In equum valde agilem

Huc et illuc saltantem:

Sed parce, precor, parcito,

Nam tibi vix credetur

Si non sub ejus cauda

Urtica poneretur.

Then aimes he at our orator,

And at his speech he snarles,

Because he forced a word, and called The prince "most Jacob-Charles."

But leave it, scholler, leave it,

For he did it compose

That puts you down as much for tongue you do him for nose.

As

Then flies he to our comedies,

And there he doth professe

He saw among our actors

A perfect diocess.

But leave it, scholler, leave it,

'Twas no such witty fiction,

For since you leave the vicar out,
You spoile the jurisdiction.

Tunc evomit sententiam

In ipsum oratorem

Qui dixit Jacobissimum,

Præter Latinum morem.

Sed parce, precor, parcito, Orator exit talis

Qui magis pollet lingua

Quam ipse naso vales.

Adibat ad comœdiam

Et cuncta circumspexit,

Actorum diocesin

Completam hic detexit:

Sed parce, precor, parcito,

Hæc cogitare mente

Non valet jurisdictio

Vicario absente.

Next that he backes the hobby-horse, And with a scholler's grace,

Not able to endure the trott,

He'd bring him to the pase : But leave it, scholler, leave it, For you will hardly do it, Since all the riders in your muse Could never bring him to it.

Polonia land can tell,

Through which he oft did trace,

And bore a fardell at his back,

He nere went other pace.

But leave him, scholler, leave him,

He learned it of his sire,

And if you put him from his trott

Hee'l lay you in the myre.

Fictitio equo subdidit
Calcaria, sperans fore

Ut eum ire cogeret

Gradu submissiore:

Sed parce, precor, parcito,
Hoc non efficietur

Si iste stabularius

Habenis moderetur.

Testis est Polonia,

Quam sæpe is transivit,

Et oneratus sarcina

Eodem gradu ivit.

Tum parce, precor, parcito,

Et credas hoc futurum,

Si Brutum regat Asinus

Gradatim non iturum.