<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345989" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cock Lorrelle's Bote</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had a desyre ofte to be wedde<br>And also to lye in an other mannes bedde<br>Lytell rought she therfore<br>She is as softe as a lamme yf one do her meue<br>And lyke to ye deuyll wan a ma dothe her greue<br>So well is she sette<br>O good condycyon to her housbonde<br>Yf he call her calat she calleth hy knaue agayne<br>She shyll not dye in his dette<br>By saynt Ione sayd Cocke than<br>These be fayre vertues in a woman<br>Thou shalte be my launder<br>To wasshe and kepe clene all my gere<br>Our two beddes togyder shall be sette<br>Without ony lette<br>The nexte that came was a coryar<br>And a cobeler his brother<br>As ryche as a newe shorne shepe<br>They offred Cocke a blechynge pot<br>Other Iewelles they had not<br>Scant shoes to theyr fete<br>The coryer dresseth so well his lether<br>That it wolde drynke water in fayre weder<br>Therfore he hath many a crystes curse<br>And the cobeler for his cloutynge<br>The people blesseth hym with euyll cheuynge<br>To knytte fast in his purse<br>A shomaker came to these other two<br>Bytwene them two was moche a do<br>For a pyese of lether<br>Cocke Lorell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>They togged with theyr teth & gnewe it there<br>And pulde as it had ben grehondes at a hare<br>It was a shepes skyne of a wether<br>And than they tanned it whan they had done<br>To make lether to hym with mennes shone<br>And all for theyr auayle<br>For as sone as the hemme is tore<br>The sho is lost for euermore<br>And it is lytell meruayle<br>A tanner for euyll tannynge of leder<br>They foure with sorowe Cocke dyde set togyder<br>And neuer a good without fayle<br>Than came one wt two bolddogges at his tayle<br>And that was a bocher without fayle<br>All be gored in reed blode<br>In his hande he bare a flap for flyes<br>His hosen gresy vpon his thyes<br>That place for magottes was very good<br>On his necke he bare a cole tre logge<br>He had as moche pyte as a dogge<br>And he were ones wrothe<br>He loked perysshe and also rowe<br>A man wolde take hym for a shrewe I trowe<br>And of his company be lothe<br>Than came a gonge fermourer<br>Other wyse called a masser scourer<br>With hym a canyell raker<br>Theyr presence made Cocke & his me to spewe<br>For as swete was they brethe as henka or rewe<br>To wasshe them they laked water<br>On these Irysshe cople I wyll not tare<br>Cocke dyde set the there as knaues sholde be<br>Amonge the slouenly sorte<br>Than came two false towlers in nexte<br>He set them by pykers of the best<br>For there sholde they abyde<br>But before yt they were plonged in the ryuer<br>To searche theyr bodyes fayre and clere<br>Therof they had good sporte<br>A myller dustypoll than dyde come<br>A Ioly felowe with a golden thome<br>On his necke a sacke was<br>Many sayd that he with reprefe<br>Cocke Lorell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Of all craftes was nexte a thefe<br>In that Cocke founde no lacke<br>He sayd that the touled twys for forgetynge<br>And stele floure and put chauke therin<br>Be sherewe hym that taught hym that<br>Cocke bad hym grynde cherystones & peson<br>To make his men brede for a season<br>By cause whete was very dere<br>Than came a pardoner with his boke<br>His quaterage of euery man he toke<br>But Cocke wolde theyr names here<br>The pardoner sayd I wyll rede my roll<br>And ye shall here the names poll by poll<br>There of ye nede not fere<br>Here is fyrst Cocke Lorell the knyght<br>And symkyn emery mayntenauce agayne ryght<br>With slyngethryfte fleshemonger<br>Also fabyane flaterer<br>And sesly claterer<br>With adam auerus flayle swenger<br>And frauces flaperoche of stewys captayne late<br>With gylys vnyeste mayer of newgate<br>And lewes vnlusty the lesynge monger<br>Here also baude baudyn boller<br>And his brother copyn coler<br>With mathew marchaunte of shoters hyll<br>Cry stofer catchepoll a crystes course gaderer<br>And wat welbelyne of ludgate Iayler<br>With laurence lorell of clerken well<br>Here is gylys Iogeler of ayebery<br>And hym sougelder of lothe bery<br>With wallys the wrangler<br>Pers potter of brydge water<br>Saunder fely the mustarde maker<br>With Ielyan Iangeler<br>Here is Ienkyne berwarde of Barwycke<br>And tom tombler of warwyke<br>With Phyllyp fletcher of fernam<br>Here is wyll wyly the mylpeker<br>And patrycke peuysshe heerbeter<br>With lusty hary hange man<br>Also mathewe tothe drawer of London<br>And sybly sole mylke wyfe of Islyngton<br>With dauy drawelache of rokyngame<br>Cocke Lorell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Here is maryone marchauntes at all gate<br>Her husbode dwelleth at ye sygne of ye cokeldes pate<br>Nexte house to Robyn renawaye<br>Also hycke crokenee the rope maker<br>And steuen mesyll mouthe muskyll taker<br>With Iacke basket seler of alwelay<br>Here is george of podynge lane carpenter<br>And patrycke peuysshe a conynge dyrte dauber<br>Worshypfull wardayn of slouens In<br>There is maryn peke small fremason<br>And pers peuterer that knocketh a basyn<br>With gogle eyed tomson shepster of lyn<br>Here is glyed wolby of gylforde squyere<br>Andrewe of habyngedon apell byer<br>With alys esy a gay tale teller<br>Also peter paten maker<br>With gregory loue good of rayston mayer<br>And hary halter seler at tyborn the ayer<br>Here is kate with the croked fote<br>That is colsys doughter the dronken koke<br>A lusty pye baker<br>Here is faunder sadeler of froge strete corner<br>With Ielyan Ioly at sygne of the bokeler<br>And mores moule taker<br>Also annys angry with the croked buttocke<br>That dwelled at ye sygne of ye dogges hede in ye pot<br>By her crafte a breche maker<br>Cocke sayd pardoner now ho and sease<br>Thou makeste me wery holde thy pease<br>A thynge tell thou me<br>What profyte is to take thy pardon<br>Shewe vs what mede is to come<br>To be in this fraternyte<br>Syr this pardon is newe founde<br>By syde London brydge in a holy grounde<br>Late called the stewes banke<br>Ye knowe well all that there was<br>Some relygyous women in that place<br>To whome men offred many a franke<br>And bycause they were so kynde and lyberall<br>A merueylous auenture there is be fall<br>Yf ye lyst to here how<br>There came suche a wynde fro wynchester<br>That blewe these women ouer the ryuer<br>In wherye as I wyll you tell<br>Some at saynt Kateryns stroke a grounde<br>And many in holborne were founde<br>Some at saynt Gyles I trowe<br>Also in aue maria aly and at westmenster<br>And some in shordyche drewe theder<br>With grete lamentacyon<br>And by cause they haue lost that fayre place<br>They wyll bylde at colman hedge in space<br>Another noble mansyon<br>Fayrer and euer the halfe strete was<br>For euery house newe paued is with gras<br>Shall be full of fayre floures<br>The walles shall be of hauthorne I wote well<br>And hanged wt whyte motly yt swete doth smell<br>Grene shall be the coloures<br>And as for this olde place these wenches holy<br>They wyll not haue it called the stewys for foly<br>But maketh it strabery banke<br>And there is yet a chapell saue<br>Of whiche ye all the pardon haue<br>The saynt is of symme trollanke<br>I wyll reherse here in generall<br>The indulgences that ye haue shall<br>Is these that foloweth with more<br>At the oure of deth whan ye haue nede<br>Ye shall be assoyled of euery good dede<br>That you haue done before<br>And ye shall be parte taker of as many good dedde<br>As is done euery nyght a bedde<br>And also ferthermore<br>At euery tauerne in the yere<br>A solempne dyryge is songe there<br>With a grete drynkynge<br>At all ale houses trewely<br>Ye shall be prayed for hertely<br>With a Ioyefull wepynge<br>And the pope darlaye hath grauted in his byll<br>That euery brother may do what he wyll<br>Whyle that they be wakynge<br>And the pardone gyueth you that hath the pose<br>On your owne sleue to wype your nose<br>Without rebuke takynge<br>Also pope nycoll graunteth you all in this texte<br>The coughe and the colyke the gout and the flyxe<br>With the holsome tothe ache<br>Also it is graunted by our bulles of lede<br>That whan ony brother is dede<br>To the chyrche dogges shall cary hym<br>A ryche pal to ly on ye corse late fro rome is come<br>Made of an olde payre of blewe medly popley hosone<br>For ye worshyppe of all ye bretherne.<br>Theyr knylles shall be roge in ye myddes of tese<br>And theyr masse songe at shoters hyll amonge the elmes<br>With grete deuocyon in dede<br>And many thynges elles shall be done<br>The resydewe I wyll reherse soone<br>For drynke fyrst must I nede<br>Than Cocke cast a syde his hede<br>And sawe the stretes all ouer sprede<br>That to his bote wolde come<br>Of all craftes there were one or other<br>I wyll shewe how many or I passe ferther<br>And reken them one by one<br>The fyrst was golde smythes & grote clyppers<br>Multyplyers and clothe thyckers<br>Called fullers euerychone<br>There is taylers/tauerners and/drapers<br>Potycaryes/ale brewers/and bakers<br>Mercers/fletchers/and sporyers<br>Boke prynters/peynters/bowers<br>Myllers/carters/and botyll makers<br>Waxechaundelers/clothers/and grocers<br>Wolle men vynteners/and flesshemongers<br>Salters/Iowelers/and habardashers<br>Drouers/cokes/and pulters<br>Yermongers/pybakers/and waferers<br>Fruyters/chese mongers/and mynstrelles<br>Talowe chaundelers/hostelers/and glouers<br>Owchers/skynners/and cutlers<br>Blade smythes/fosters/and sadelers<br>Coryers/cordwayners/and cobelers<br>Gyrdelers/forborers/and webbers<br>Quylte makers/shermen/and armorers<br>Borlers/tapstry workemakers/and dyers<br>Brouderers/strayners and carpyte makers<br>Sponers/torners/and hatters<br>Lyne webbers/setters with lyne drapers<br>Roke makers/coper smythes/and lorymers<br>Brydelbytters/blacke smythes/and ferrars<br>Bokell smythes/horse leches/and golde beters<br>Fyners/plommers/and penters<br>Bed makers/fedbed makers/& wyre drawers<br>Founders/laten workers/and broche makers<br>Pauyers/bell makers/and brasyers<br>Pynners/nedelers/and glasyers<br>Bokeler makers/dyers/and lether sellers<br>Whyte tanners/galyors/and shethers<br>Masones/male makers/and merbelers<br>Tylers/brycke leyers/harde hewers<br>Parys plasterers/daubers/and lyme borners<br>Carpenters/coupers/and Ioyners<br>Pype makers/wode mogers/& orgyn makers<br>Coferers/carde makers/and caruers<br>Shyppe wryghtes/whele wryghtes/& sowers<br>Harpe makers/leches/and vpholsters<br>Porters/fesycyens/and corsers<br>Parchemente makers/skynners/and plowers<br>Barbers/bokebynders/and lymners<br>Repers/faners/and horners<br>Pouche makers/belowfarmes/& cage sellers<br>Lanterners/stryngers/grynders<br>Arowe heders/malte men and corne mongers<br>Balancers/tynne casters/and skryueners<br>Stacyoners/vestyment swoers/and ymagers<br>Sylke women/pursers/and garnysshers<br>Table makers/sylke dyers/and shepsters<br>Golde sheres/keuerchef launds/& rebe makers<br>Tankarde berers/bouge men/& spere planers<br>Spynsters/carders and cappe knytters<br>Sargeauntes/katche pollys and somners<br>Carryers/carters/and horskepers<br>Courte holders/bayles/and honters<br>Constables/hede borowes/and katers<br>Butlers/sterchers/and musterde makers<br>Harde waremen/mole sekers/and ratte takers<br>Bewardes/bryckeborners/and canelrakers<br>Potters/bromesellers/pedelers<br>S hepherdes/cowe herdes/and swyne kepers<br>Broche makers/glas blowers cadelstycke casts<br>Hedgers/dykers/and mowers<br>Gonners maryners/and shyp maysters<br>Chymney swepers/and costerde mongers<br>Lode men/and bere brewers<br>Fysshers of the see/and muskeltakers<br>Schouyll chepers/gardeners/& rake fetters<br>Players/purse cutters money baterers<br>Golde washers/tomblers Iogelers<br>pardoners kyges beche gatherers & lether dyers<br>There were theues hores & baudes wt mortherers<br>Crakers/facers and chylderne quellers<br>Spyes/lyers and grete sclaunderers<br>Cursers chyders & grete vengeaunce cryers<br>Dyssy mulynge beggers hede brekers borders<br>Nette makers and harlote takers<br>Swerers and outragyous laughers<br>Surmowsers yll thynkers and make brasers<br>With lollers lordaynes and fagot herers<br>Luskes slouens and kechen knaues<br>Barge men whery rowers and dysers<br>Tyburne collopes and peny pryckers<br>Bowlers mas shoters and quayters<br>Flaterers and two face berers.<br>Sluttes drabbes and counseyll whystelers<br>With smoggy colyers & stykyge goge fermers<br>Of euery crafte some there was<br>Shorte or longe more or lasse<br>All these rehersed here before<br>In Cockes bote eche man had an ore<br>All tho that offyces had<br>Some woude at ye capstayne as Cocke the bad<br>Some stode at ye slyge some dyde trusse & thryge<br>Some pulde at the beryll some sprede ye mayne myssyll<br>Some howysed the mayne sayle<br>Some veryed showte a very slayle<br>Some roped ye hoke some ye pope & some ye lauce<br>Some ye loge bote dyde lauce some mede ye corse<br>Mayne corte toke in a refe byforce<br>And they that were abyll drewe at the cabyll<br>Some the anker layde some at the plope a sayll<br>One kept ye compas & watched ye our glasse<br>Some ye lodysshestoe dyd seke some ye bote dyd swepe<br>Cocke Lorell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Some made knottes of lynkes endes<br>Some the stay rope suerly byndes<br>Some a satte borte a stare borde<br>Some the standerdes out dyde brynge<br>Some one the shrowedes dyde clyme<br>Some couched a hogges heed vnder a hatche<br>Some threwe out bayte fysshe to catche<br>Some pulled vp the bonauenture<br>Some to howes the tope sayle dyde entre<br>Some stered at the helme behynde<br>Some whysteled after the wynde<br>There was non that there was<br>But he had an offyce more or lasse<br>Than Cocke Lorell dyde his whystell blowe<br>That all his men sholde hym knowe<br>With that they cryed and made a shoute<br>That the water shoke all aboute<br>Than men myght here the ores classhe<br>And on the water gaue many a dasshe<br>They sprede theyr sayles as voyde of sorowe<br>Forthe they rowed saynt George to borowe<br>For Ioye theyr trupettes dyde they blowe<br>And some songe heue and howe rombelowe<br>They sayled fro garlyke hede to knaues in<br>And a pele of gonnes gan they rynge<br>Of colman hedge a syght they had<br>That made his company very glad<br>For there they thought all to play<br>Bytwene tyborne and chelsay<br>With this man was a lusty company<br>For all raskyllers fro them they dyde trye<br>They banysshed prayer peas and sadnes<br>And toke with them myrthe sporte & gladnes<br>They wolde not haue vertu ne yet deuocyon<br>Cocke Lorell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But ryotte and reuell with Ioly rebellyon<br>They songe and daunsed full merely<br>With swerynge and starynge heuen hye<br>Some sayd yt they were getylme of grete myght<br>That ther purses were so lyght<br>And some wente in fured gownes & gaye shone<br>That had no mo faces than had the mone<br>Of this daye gladde was many a brothell<br>That myght haue an ore with Cocke Lorell<br>Thus they daunsed with all theyr myght<br>Tyll that phebus had lost his lyght<br>But than came lucyna with all her pale hewe<br>To take her sporte amonge the cloudes blewe<br>And marcury he trewe downe his golde bemes<br>And sperus her syluer stremes<br>That in the worlde gaue so grete lyght<br>As all the erth had be paued with whyte<br>Tha Cocke wayed anker and housed his sayle<br>And forthe he rowed without fayle<br>They sayled Englande thorowe and thorowe<br>Uyllage towne cyte and borowe<br>They blessyd theyr shyppe whan they had done<br>And dranke aboute saynt Iulyans torne<br>Than euery man pulled at his ore<br>With that I coude se them no more<br>But as they rowed vp the hyll<br>The bote swayne blewe his whystell full shryll<br>And I wente homwarde to mowe shame stere<br>With a company dyde I mete<br>As ermytes monkes and freres<br>Chanons chartores and Inholders<br>And many whyte nonnes with whyte vayles<br>That was full wanton of theyr tayles<br>To mete with Cocke they asked how to do<br>And I tolde them he was a go<br>Than were they sad euerychone<br>And went agayne to theyr home<br>Cocke Lorell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But my counseyll I gaue them there<br>To mete with Cocke another yere<br>No more of Cocke now I wryte<br>But mery it is whan knaues done mete<br>Cocke had in his hande a grete route<br>The thyrde persone of Englande<br>Thus of Cocke Lorell I make an ende<br>And to heuen god your soules sende<br>That redeth this boke ouer all<br>Chryst couer you with his mantell perpetuall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Here endeth Cocke Lorelles bote. Inpryted at London in the Flete Strete at the sygne of the sonne by Wynkyn de Worde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anonymous+Olde+English">Anonymous Olde English</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=345989" data-title="Cock Lorrelle's Bote de Anonymous Olde English" data-description="She had a desyre ofte to be wedde And also to lye in an other mannes bedde Lytell rought she therfore She is as softe as a lamme yf one do her meue And lyke to ye deuyll wan a ma dothe her greue So well is she sette O good condycyon to her housbon..."></div> </div> </div>

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