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For their wives and their children foe hange them upon, That whosoever gives almes they will * give none.
Then laid he him down, and turned him away,
For then those woldlove us, that now sell their land, 125
* We ought in justice and trutb to read can'.
Ver. 119. almes-deeds. MS.
II. PLAIN TRUTH, AND BLIND IGNORANCE.
This excellent old ballad is preserved in the little ancient miscellany, intitled, “The Garland of Goodwill."-IGNORANCE is bere made to speak in the broad Somersetshire dialeft. The scene we may /uppose to be Glastonbury Abbey.
And that you keep such gazing
On this decayed place,
Good princes down did raze?
That zometimes che have knowne
Stand here of bricke and stone;
As ich may say to thee,
Che did full often zee.
In truthe and veritie,
Thou couldīt not likely see;
With false and feigned lies :
Christ never did devise,
Che know well what thou art ;
* 1. c. faitben: as in the Midland counties they say boufen, clofen, for bpuses, closes. A.
A vellow of mean learning,
Thee was not worth a vart : Vor when we had the old lawe,
A merry world was then ; And every thing was plenty
Among all zorts of men.
TRUTH. Thou givest me an answer,
As did the Jewes sometimes Unto the prophet Jeremye,
When he accus'd their crimes ; 'Twas merry, fayd the people,
And joyfull in our realme, When we did offer spice-cakes
Unto the queen of heav'n..
Before the vriers went hence,
Was zold vor vourteen pence; And vorty egges a penny,
That were both good and newe ; And this che zay my zelf have zcene,
And yet ich am no Jewe.
TRUTH. Within the sacred bible
We find it written plain,
IGNORANCE. Chill tell thee my opinion plaine,
And choul'd that well ye knewe, Ich care not for the bible booke
Tis too big to be true,
Zhall for my money goe;
The bible cannot zhowe.
Probably alluding to the illuminated Pfalters; Misals, &
IGNORANCE. Cham zure they were not voolishe
That made the masse, che trowe; Why, man, 'tis all in Latine,
And vools no Latine knowe. Were not our fathers wise men,
And they did like it well ; Who very much rejoyced
To heare the zacring bell?
As I may say to thee,
And could it never see :
A Latin fong to heare, And understandelt nothing,
That they sing in the quiere i
The noise was passing trim
As we did enter in ;
Zo bravely zet with zaints ;
My lieart with zorrow vaints.