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HIS is another of the tracts which were written in favour and furtherance of the Reformation. Not more than two

or three copies of the original edition have been seen. It was reprinted in facsimile many years ago, and in 1852, Mr. W. H. Black edited it for the Percy Society. The present editor has been unwillingly obliged to take for granted the accuracy of the latter text, as he has not been able to obtain access to a copy of Daye and Seres's edition; according to Mr. Black, the so-called facsimile is incorrect in several places.

A production of this character would necessarily enjoy great popularity and be eagerly bought up; and the scarcity of copies of the black-letter impression may be as plausibly attributed to the demand for them at the time of publication and the subsequent neglect with which they met, as to the suppression of the piece by authority, which has been conjecturally advanced as the reason.

It is to be observed that many pamphlets, both prose and poetical, of the middle of the 16th century, remain to us only in a single exemplar, and in most cases a plea of authoritative interference with their circulation would fall to the ground. If John Bon and Mast person was suppressed, it is as likely as not have been in a different sense-manu et pedibus vulgi.

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See Herbert's Ames, fol. 619, where the tract, consisting of four leaves, is described from a copy in Herbert's own possession. A second was sold among Mr. Richard Forster's books in 1807, and was the exemplar from which the facsimile edition was derived.

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Mast person

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ALASSE, poore fooles! so sore ye be lade, No marvel it is, thoughe your shoulders ake: For ye beare a great God, which ye yourselfes made. Make of it what ye wyl, it is a wafar cake,

And betwen two irons printed it is and bake.

And loke, where idolatrye is, Christe wyl not be there; Wherfore, ley downe your burden, an idole ye do beare.

Alasse, poore fooles!

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THAT, John Bon! good morowe to the!

John Bon.

Nowe good morowe, mast Parson, so mut I thee.

Parson.

What meanest thou, John, to be at worke so sone?

John.

The zoner I begyne, the zoner shall I have done;
For I tende to warke no longer then none.

Parson.

Mary, John, for that God's blessinge on thy herte;
For surely some therbe wyl go to ploughe an carte,
And set not by thys holy Corpus Christi even.

John.

They aer the more to blame, I swere by saynt Steven. But tell me, mast Parson, one thinge, and you can; What saynt is Copsi Cursty, a man or a woman?

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