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A pore helpe The buklar [and] defence of mother holy kyrke and weape[n] to driue he[n]ce al the against here wircke.
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Shepherd, Luke, fl. 1548.
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A pore helpe ¶ The buklar defence Of mother holy kyrke And weapeÌ„ to driue heÌ„ce Al y e against here wircke WIl none in al this lande Step forth take in hand These felowes to wtstand In number like the sande That wyth the Gospel melles And wil do nothynge elles But tratlinge tales telles Agaynste our holy prelacie And holy churches dignitie Sayinge it is but papistrie Yea fayned and Hypocrisy Erronious and heresye And taketh theire authoritye Out of the holy euangelie All customes ceremoniall And rites ecclesiastical Not grounded on scripture No longer to endure And thus ye may be sure The people they allure And drawe them from youre lore The whiche wil greue you sore Take hede I saye therfore Your nede was neuer more But sens ye be so slacke It greuâ—th me a lacke To here be hind your backe Howe they wyll carpe and cracke And none of you that dare With one of them compare Yet some ther be that are So bolde to shewe there ware And is no priest nor deacon And yet wyl fire his be cone Against such felowes fraile Make out wyth to the and nayle And hoyste vp mayne saile And manfully to fyght In holy prelates right With penne and ynke and paper And like no trifling Japer To touch these felowes in dede And I in dede am he That wayteth for to se Who dare so hardy be To encounter here with me I stande here in defence Of sume that be far hence And can both blysse and sence And also vnder take Right holy thinges to make Yea god within a cake And who so that forsake His breade shal be dowe bake I openly professe The holy blissed masse Of strength to be no lesse Then it was at the firste But I woulde se who dourst Set that amonge the worst For he should be acurst With boke and bell and candel And so I would him handel That he shoulde right wel knowe Howe to escape I trow So hardy on his head Depraue our holy breade Orels to prate or patter Against oure holy watter This is a playne matter It nedeth not to flatter They be suche holy thinges As hath bene vsed with kinges And yet these lewde loselles That bragge vpon ther Gospelles At ceremonies ' swelles And at our christined belles And at your longe gownes And at your shauen crownes And at your tipettes fyne The Jauelles will repyne They saye ye lead euil liues Wyth other mens wyues And wil none of your owne And so your sede is sowne In other menns grounde True wedlocke to confound Thus do they raile and Raue Calling euery priest knaue That loueth messe to saye And after Idel al day They woulde not haue you playe To driue the time awaye But brabble on the byble Whiche is but vn possible To be lerned in al your life Yet therin be they rife Which maketh al this strife And also the paraphrasies Much differeig froÌ„ your porteises They woulde haue dayly vsed And porteise cleane refused But they shal be accused That haue so far abused Their tonges against such holines And holy churches busines Made hundred yeres ago Great clearckes affirmeth so And other many mo That searched to and fro In scripture for to fynde What they myght leaue behinde For to be kept in mynde Amonge the people blind As waueringe as the wynde And wrote thereof suche bokes That who so on them lokes Shal find them to be clarkes As proueth by their warks And yet therebe that barke And say they be but darcke But harke ye loulars harke So wel we shal you marcke That if the worlde shall turne A sort of you shall burne Ye durst as wel I saye Wythin this tow yeres day As sone to rune a waye As such partes to playe When sume dyd rule and reygne And auncient thinges maintayne Which nowe be counted vaine And brought into disdayne Suche men I saye they were As loued not thys geare And kept you styl in feare To burne or faggottes bere Then durste ye not be blode Against our lerninges olde Or images of golde Which nowe be bought and solde And were the lay maÌ„nes boke Whereon they ought to loke One worde to speake a misse Can ye say nay to this No no ye foles I wysse A thinge to playne it is Then did these clarkes deuyne Dayly them selues encline To proue and to define That Christes body aboue Whiche suffered for oure loue And died for oure behoue Is in the sacrament Fleshe bloude and bone present And breade and wyne a waye Assone as they shall saye The wordes of consecracion In time of celebracion So muste it be in dede Though it be not in the crede And yet thes felowes newe Wyl saye it is not true Christes body for to vewe Wyth any bodely eye That do they playne deny And stifely stand therby And enter prise to wright And also to endight Bokes both great and smal Agaynste these fathers al And heresy it cal That any man should teach Or to the people preache Such things without their reach And some ther be that say That Christ cannot alday Be kept within a bor Nor yet set in the stokes Nor hidden like a fox Nor presoner vnder lockes Nor clothed w t powdred armine Nor bredeth stinking vermine Nor dwelleth in an howse Nor eatyn of a mouse Nor moulde or he be spent Nor yet with fire be brent Nor can no more be slayne Nor offered vp agayne Blessed sacrament for thy passion Here and se our exclamacion Agaynste thes men of new facion That striue agaynst the holy nacio And Jest of them in plays In tauerns and hye wayes And theyr good actes disprayse And martirs woulde them make That brent were at a stake And sing pipe meri annot And play of wil not cannot And as for cannot and wil not Though they speke not of it it skil not For a noble clarke of late And worthie in estate Hath played with them chek mate Theyr courage to abate And telles them such a tale As makes theyr bonettes vale And marreth cleane the sale Of all their whole pastime And al is done in ryme Oh what a man is thys That if he coulde I wysse Woulde mend that is amys His meaninge is in dede That if he myght wel spede And beare some rule againe It shoulde be to their paine I thinke they were but worthye Because they be so sturdy To rayle agaynste the wircke Of our mother holy kyrke Yet some ther be in fume And prowdly do presume Unto thys learned man To answere and they can And wene they had the grace His balad to deface And trowe ye that wil be Nay nay beleue ye me ☞ I take my marke amys If once he dyd not mys A verie narowe hys Wel if you come agayne Maye happen twelue men Shal doe as they dyd then Haue you forgote the bar That euer ther you war And stode to make and mar By god and by the contrey You had a