Unlesse this Wormall* did exceede Who died in the extreemest neede Yet Wormall ever kept his course, Then had he no time to repent The crimes he did commit, And no man ever did lament Ah, how is knowledge wasted quite Well might learnd Cambridge oft regret The tree she in his minde had set His lust was lawlesse as his life, Of one who was his rivall foe, He groand, and word spoke never moe, Thus did he come to suddaine ende That was a foe to all, And least unto himselfe a friend, Had he been brought up to the trade Take warning ye that playes doe make, And thinke upon his fact. Blaspheming Tambolin* must die What is there, in this world, of worth, The wise do say and know. Our lives, then, let us mend with speed, Or we shall suerly rue The end of everie hainous deede, In life that shall insue. Finis. Ign. * Tambolin] So perhaps the ballad-monger chose to write the name. colts i. 196. conceit i. 22, iii. 63. convertite i. 249. convey him closely ii. 319. covent i. 309. cross i. 282. cross-biting i. 322. exhibition ii. 339. eyas iii. 61. fair iii. 77. false-brays iii. 241. fancy ii. 402. far-fet ii. 406, iii. 273. favourless ii. 395. fet iii. 35. few, in, i. 298. fleet i. 211, ii. 181. fond i. 5, ii. 32, iii. 239. for i. 186. forslow ii. 216, iii. 200. fraught i. 241. freshmen ii. 38. gain three for one iii. 256. Gaunt iii. 252. give arms i. 178. had I wist ii. 222. Mænas iii. 298. males i. 25. malgrado ii. 218. mere iii. 42. mo ii. 351, iii. 18. More, Sir Thomas, allusion to neck-verse i. 315. |