Strange nevves out of diuers countries neuer discouered till of late, by a strange pilgrime in those parts.

A Dreame of a Foxe and a Goose.

A Foxe came to a Gooses pen, where she all brooding sat, And like a Gossip sought with her to haue some friendly chat: And askt her how she did, and how her swelling grew so much, And he would helpe her if that he might but her temples tuch. I pray, quoth she, put in your head, that I may heare you speake: Yea, thought the Foxe, Ile teach the Goose and Gander how to keake. When putting in his head, a dog that closely hidden lay, Did quickly catch him by the snout, and pluckt a peece away. When home ran Rainard to his bitch that lurked in his den, And told her that the Goose had bit his nose off in the pen: Out slaue, quoth she, get out of doores, doest thou come bleeding hether? And say a Goose bit off thy nose, and bring home nere a fether? When laughing at this mad conceit, my thoughts so ran vpon, I wakt and saw nor Foxe nor Goose, but all were fled and gone.