the cat - World eBook Library

THE CAT=
Anathema Maranatha
That vengeaunce I aske and crye,
By way of exclamacyon,
On all the whole nacyon
Of cattes wylde and tame;
God send them sorowe and shame!
That cat especyally
That slew so cruelly
My lytell pretty sparowe,
That I brought up at Carowe.
O cat of churlyshe kynde,
The Fynde was in thy minde
When thou my byrde untwynde!
I would thou haddest ben blynde
The leopardes savage,
The lyons in theyr rage,
Myght catche thee in theyr pawes
And gnawe thee in theyr jawes!
The serpentes of Lybany
Myght stynge thee venymously!
The dragones with theyr tonges
Myght poyson thy lyver and longes
The mantycors of the montaynes
Myght fede them on thy braynes
Melanchates, that hounde
That plucked Actaeon to the grounde,
Gave hym his mortall wounde,
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