TO A KNIGHT WHO SHOT AT THE AUTHOR'S DOVES, AND KILLED THEM UPON THE DOVECOT HEAD, BEING NEW PLENISHED .

S IR John , thou scandal to the name of knight,
Here I appeal thee, if thou darest to fight;
And do but either draw thy sword or pen,
I'll do my best to let your worship ken
Thou did'st a base, absurd, and scurvy deed
To shoot my doves upon my dovecot head;
And call to mind, for all thy power and pelf,
Thou meddled with a man as good 's thyself;
Sir John, whatever character thou bears,
Had I been there thou durst not for thy ears.
Let every villain on our just laws trample
When Sheriff Deputes prove so bad example.
Fy, man, change trades, turn herd among the geese,
And no more Sheriff John, Just Ass of Peace .