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<DATE>2014-08-01</DATE>
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<NAME>Colm MacCrossan</NAME>
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<ITEM>Proofed and reviewed as part of batch Z140110.apex.</ITEM>
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<DIV1 TYPE="dedication">
<PB REF="1" MS="y">
<HEAD>To the wor&s;hipful our good benefactor.</HEAD>
<P>_IN all lamentable manner, mo&s;t humbly be&s;&eacute;echeth your good Wor|&s;hip, w&eacute;e the mi&s;erable multitude of very poore di&s;tre&s;&s;ed pri&s;oners, in the hole of Wood&s;tr&eacute;et Counter, in nomber Fiftie poore men, or ther<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">abouts, ying vpon the bare boordes, &s;till langui&s;hing in great neede, colde an<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> mi&s;erie, who, by rea&s;on of this daungerous and trouble&s;ome time, be almo&s;t <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">mi&s;hed and hunger &s;tarued to death: others very &s;ore &s;icke and di&s;ea&s;ed fo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter"> <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">nt of reliefe and &s;u&s;tenance, by rea&s;on of the great number which dayly incr<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">&s;eth, dooth in all humblenes, mo&s;t humbly be&s;&eacute;ech your good Wor&s;hip, euen for gods &s;ake, to pitie our poore lamentable and di&s;tre&s;&s;ed ca&s;es. And nowe <GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="2 letters">l<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">e to relieue, and comfort vs with your chri&s;tian and godly cha|ritie again&s;t this holie and ble&s;&s;ed time of Ea&s;ter. And wee, according to our bounden duties, do, and will, dayly pray vnto Almighty God, for your long life, and happy pro&s;peritie.</P>
<CLOSER>We humbly pray, your chri&s;tian and godly charitie to be &s;ent vnto vs by &s;ome of your &s;eruants.</CLOSER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
<PB REF="1" MS="y">
<HEAD><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>woodblock representation of a male figure with a halo facing left, looking left, with a cow or bull, and two stars</FIGDESC>
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<FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>woodblock representation of a male figure with a halo facing left, looking right, with a cow or bull</FIGDESC>
</FIGURE>
<FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>woodblock representation of a male figure with a halo facing right, looking right, with a cow or bull, and one star</FIGDESC>
</FIGURE>
<FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>woodblock representation of a male figure with a turban facing right, looking right</FIGDESC>
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<FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>woodblock representation of a female figure facing left, looking left, with an oval object and one star</FIGDESC>
</FIGURE> A proper new balad in prai&s;e of my Ladie Marques, Who&s;e death is be wailed, To the tune of new lu&s;ty gallant.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>_LAdies I thinke you maruell that</L>
<L>I writ no mery report to you,</L>
<L>And what is the cau&s;e I court it not</L>
<L>So merye as I was wont to dooe,</L>
<L>Alas I let you vnder&s;tand,</L>
<L>It is no newes for me to &s;how,</L>
<L>The faire&s;t flower of my garland</L>
<L>Was caught from court a great while a goe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>For vnder the roufe of &s;weete Saint Paull,</L>
<L>There lyeth my Ladie buryed in Claye,</L>
<L>Where I make memory for her &s;oule,</L>
<L>With weepinge eyes once euerye daye,</L>
<L>All other &s;ightes I haue for got,</L>
<L>That euer in court I ioyed to &s;ee:</L>
<L>And that is the cau&s;e I court it not,</L>
<L>So mery as I was wont to be.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>And though that &s;hee be dead and gone,</L>
<L>Who&s;e courting need not to be tolde,</L>
<L>And natures mould of fle&s;he and bone,</L>
<L>Who&s;e lyke now liues not to be holde,</L>
<L>Me thinkes I &s;ee her walke in blacke,</L>
<L>In euery corner where I goe:</L>
<L>To looke if anie bodie do lacke,</L>
<L>A frend to helpe them of theyr woe.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mee thinkes I &s;ee her &s;orowfull teares,</L>
<L>To princelye &s;tate approching nye</L>
<L>Mee thinkes I &s;ee her tremblinge feares,</L>
<L>Le&s;te anie her &s;uites &s;hulde hit a wrie,</L>
<L>Mee thinkes &s;he &s;huld be &s;till in place</L>
<L>Apitifull &s;peaker to a Queene,</L>
<L>Be wailinge every poore mans ca&s;e,</L>
<L>As many a time &s;hee hath ben &s;eene.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mee thinkes I &s;ee her mode&s;te mood</L>
<L>Her comlie clothig plainlie clad,</L>
<L>Her face &s;o &s;weete her cheere &s;o good,</L>
<L>The courtlie countenance that &s;hee had</L>
<L>But chefe of all mee thinkes I &s;ee,</L>
<L>Her vertues dentie daie by daie,</L>
<L>Homblie kneeling one her knee</L>
<L>As her de&s;ire was &s;till to praie.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Mee thinkes I cold from morow to night</L>
<L>Do no thing ells with verie good will,</L>
<L>But &s;pend the time to &s;peake and writte:</L>
<L>The prai&s;e of my good ladies &s;till</L>
<L>Though rea&s;on &s;aith now &s;he is dead</L>
<L>Go &s;eeke and &s;arue as good as &s;hee</L>
<L>It will not &s;inke &s;o in my head</L>
<L>That euer the like in courte will bee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But &s;ure I am ther liueth yet,</L>
<L>In court a dearer frinde to mee,</L>
<L>Whome I to &s;arue am &s;o vn fit,</L>
<L>I am &s;ure the like will neuer bee,</L>
<L>For I with all that I can dooe,</L>
<L>Vnworthie mo&s;t maie &s;eeme to bee</L>
<L>To vndoo the lachet of her &s;hooe,</L>
<L>Yet will I come to courte and &s;ee.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then haue a mong&s;te ye once a gaine,</L>
<L>Faint harts faire Ladies nouer win,</L>
<L>I tru&s;t ye will con&s;ider my payne,</L>
<L>When any good Veni&s;on cometh in,</L>
<L>And gentill Ladies I you praie,</L>
<L>If my ab&s;entinge breede to blame,</L>
<L>In my behalfe that ye will &s;aie,</L>
<L>In court is remedie for the &s;ame.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>&abquod;. <HI>W.</HI> Elderton.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>&para; Finis.</TRAILER>
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<DIV1 TYPE="colophon">
<P>&para; Imprinted at London in Flete&s;treat beneath the Conduit, at the &s;igne of S. Iohn Euangeli&s;t, by Thomas Colwell.</P>
<P><FIGURE>
<FIGDESC>silhouette representations of four dragons or griffins</FIGDESC>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
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<HEAD>A New Ballad again&s;t vnthrifts.</HEAD>
<LG>
<L>_When raging louts with feble braines,</L>
<L>mo&s;te wilfully wyl &s;pend a|waye:</L>
<L>And eke co~&s;ume more the~ their gaines,</L>
<L>in riotyng al the longe day.</L>
<L>And &s;pend with him that wil &s;pend mo&s;te:</L>
<L>yet of their gaine they need not bo&s;te.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When drunken Drunkerds will not &s;pare,</L>
<L>the Alehous daily for to plye:</L>
<L>But &s;it and tipple there full &s;quare,</L>
<L>and to their gaines wil haue no eye.</L>
<L>Nor will not cea&s;e I warrant ye:</L>
<L>&s;o long as they haue one penny.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When rufling roi&s;ters wil be&s;towe,</L>
<L>vpon thir backs &s;uche fine aray:</L>
<L>And be not wurth that whiche they owe,</L>
<L>falling therby in to decay.</L>
<L>Yet wil they &s;et theron a face:</L>
<L>And bragge and crake it out a pace.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When liuely lads wil plye the dice,</L>
<L>con&s;uming there away their good:</L>
<L>No man wil count them to be wice,</L>
<L>but rather to be mad or wood.</L>
<L>For when that all their money is gone:</L>
<L>then are they dre&s;&s;ed like a mome.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When la&s;ie loiterers will not wurk:</L>
<L>and hone&s;tly their liuings get:</L>
<L>But had rather in corners lurk,</L>
<L>then that they wold with labor &s;wet.</L>
<L>Therfore no welth they can attain:</L>
<L>but liue in trouble and in pain.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>When doting doltes wil enterpri&s;e,</L>
<L>to wurk &s;uche feates as I haue tolde:</L>
<L>Not cea&s;&s;ing for to exerci&s;e,</L>
<L>wor&s;e deeds then tho&s;e w^t courage bold.</L>
<L>Then &s;ome do lay their cotes to gage:</L>
<L>til that they haue receiued their wage.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;ome the Counter oft doo ki&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>if that the money be not paid:</L>
<L>Or if that they their day doo mi&s;&s;e,</L>
<L>for whiche to gage their Cote was laid.</L>
<L>Yet wil they not by this take heed:</L>
<L>but &s;til continew to proceed.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;ome therby their credit lo&s;e</L>
<L>&s;o that no wi&s;e man wil them tru&s;t:</L>
<L>Wherfore they can no lenger glo&s;e,</L>
<L>but rub and reuel not they mu&s;t.</L>
<L>For wher&s;oeuer they become:</L>
<L>they are not &s;o wel tru&s;t as knowne.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;ome at length do beg their bread,</L>
<L>who if in time they had been wi&s;e:</L>
<L>Might wel haue had inough to fed,</L>
<L>them &s;elues, their childre~ &amp; their wiues:</L>
<L>But when that all is gone and &s;pent:</L>
<L>it is to late then to repent.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;ome to pilfer doo begin,</L>
<L>but a&s;&s;one as they be e&s;pied:</L>
<L>With whips they are laid on the &s;kin,</L>
<L>at a carts ars being wel tied.</L>
<L>But al this can not tho&s;e amend:</L>
<L>that wil doo mi&s;chefe to the end.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;ome proceed to rob and kyl,</L>
<L>counting al fi&s;h that comes to net:</L>
<L>And yf that they might haue their wil,</L>
<L>for right or wrong they wuld not let.</L>
<L>Til at the la&s;t they fall in bands:</L>
<L>and can not e&s;cape out of hands.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Then &s;ome at Newgate doo take &s;hip,</L>
<L>&s;ailing ful fa&s;t vp holborne hil:</L>
<L>And at Tiborn their anckers piche,</L>
<L>ful &s;ore in deed again&s;t their wil.</L>
<L>But then it is to late I &s;ay:</L>
<L>to cal againe the ye&s;ter day.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Wherfore al ye that v&s;e this trade,</L>
<L>leaue of betimes yf ye be wi&s;e:</L>
<L>Le&s;t that perchaunce this way ye wade,</L>
<L>ful &s;ore again&s;t your owne deui&s;e.</L>
<L>For heer ye &s;ee the end of &s;uche:</L>
<L>as litle haue and wil &s;pend muche.</L>
</LG>
<CLOSER><SIGNED>quoth. W. F.</SIGNED></CLOSER>
<TRAILER>&para; Finis.</TRAILER>
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<P>&para; Imprinted at London at the long &s;hop adioining vnto Saint mildreds Churche in the Poultry, by Iohn Alde.</P>
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