A poor beggar with scrip and staff, This changing and great variance Of God above, that rule thee shall; In wealth be meek, heich (6) not thyself; Thy power and thy worldis pelf Is nought but very vanity: Remember Him that died on tree, For thy sake tasted bitter gall, Who heis low hearts and loweis high; (c) ANONYMOUS. wwwww [From Hore beate Marie Virginis, ad usum insignis Eccl. Sarum, totaliter ad longum. Printed for Wynkin de Worde, 1522:being an Almanack for 23 years from that date.] Motto. GOD be in my heed,-and in myn understanding; (a) Mere. (b) Exalt. (c) Exalts the low and humbles the high. The Bible. [From " a compendyous Olde Treatise, shewynge how we ought to have the Scripture in Englyshe." (No date, probably about 1550.) "Imprynted by me Rychard Banckes." The Treatise here named is said to have been written" about the yere of oure lorde, one thousand fower hundred," and a copy preserved in "the Church Ouer agaynst London stone at this houre."] The Excusacyon of the Treatise. THOUGHE I am olde, clothed in barbarous wede, And unto laye-people grieuous outrage -"Who that tellyth the truthe his hed shal be broken. ANNE ASKEWE. BORN 1520. BURNT in Smithfield 1546. wwwwwana The Balade which Anne Askewe made and sung when she was in Newgate. [From "The Examinacyon of Anne Askewe, lately martyred in Smythfielde by the wicked Sinagogue of Antychrist, with the elucydacyon of Johan Bale. Printed at Marpurg in Hessen, ניי.1546 LYKE as the armed Knyghte, Fayth is that weapon stronge, As it is had in strengthe, Faythe of the Fathers olde I now rejoice in harte, Thou sayst, Lord, whoso knocke, More enemies now I haue On Thee my care I cast, I am not she that lyst Not oft I use to wryght I sawe a royall throne, Absorpt was ryghtwysness, Sucte up the guiltlesse bloude. Then thought I,-Iesus, Lorde, On these men what wyll fall. Yet, Lorde, I Thee desyre, JOHN HALL. BORN ABOUT 1520. Wrote the Court of Virtue, versified Solomon's Proverbs, &c. wwwwww A Ditty on the wicked state and enormities of most people in these present miserable days. BLAME not my lute, though it do sound But rather seek, as ye are bound, To know what case that ye are in: If my lute blame the covetize, Though vice and sin be now in place, Though wrong in justice-place be set, Committing great iniquity; Though hypocrites be counted great, Though some set more by things of nought Blame not my lute, I you desire, HENRY HOWARD, EARL of Surrey. BORN 1518. BEHEADED 1546. Principal Works :-Sonnets on Geraldine, Version of Ecclesiastes, Translation of the 2d Boke of Virgile's Æneis, &c. wwwww Quam bonus Israel, Deus.-Psalm LXXIII. THOUGHE, Lord, to Israell Thy graces plenteous be, I meane to such, with pure intent, Yet whiles the faith did faynt Whiles I did grudge at those That glorey in their golde, |