Anonymous · published 1595 · first performed or written 1561 [1561-c.1563] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 514 words
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I would gladly get my living by mine Art, But aliens chop up houses so in the City, That we poor craft's men must needs depart, And beg if they will, the more is the pity. What say the most pestilent lease-mongers? If that all the houses in London I were able to let, I would let them all to aliens and strangers, Before in any of them an Englishman I would set: For why a stranger will give me what I will require, And at his day he will keep touch and pay: An English man in London cannot an house hire, Except he be undone for ever and a day. Three parts in London are already aliens, Other mongrels, aliens children, mischievously mixed, And that with the most detestable Barbarians, Which here for ever hath their dwellings fixed: Still you Mariners bring them in daily, So you may have pence, You make yourselves rich and go gaily, I would you were as ready to carry them hence. You would bring in the devil for pence and groats: Ye shall see them one day play their parts gaily, When we think least, they shall cut our throats. They that will talk at their pleasure what they will, Shall hear again, that shall them displease, But what frantic fools say, it doth not greatly skill, For your talk doth neither profit nor disprofit a peace: But whereas thou layest to the charge of Mariners, That we have filled the land full of Alians, Thou beliest us, we bring in none but gospelers, And such as we know to be very good Christians. Oh holy Gospel, o tidings of health most pure, Thou art made a cloak to all abomination, Vengeance hangeth over your head be you sure, For misusing the word of man's salvation, What mischief and outrage hath been wrought, And that under the pretence of the Gospel, There is no heresy, no impiety, no sacrilege on sought, And all painted out, with the colour of the Gospel. Of the Gospel we do boast, and do it profess, But more honest fidelity is among Turks, O the boasting, the pride, and the fleshly excess, Among us is neither true faith, nor yet good works. Speak of yourself friend, and of no man else, You know no man's conscience but your own, We are men of flesh and blood, and no Angels, What every man is, to God it is known. Will you have one word for all? What is that? Ye are nought all: And so nought, that ye are past amendment, Therefore the vengeance of God on you must fall, And now approacheth the time of avengement, Tyre with all her travelers proud and gay, With all her cunning Artificers in their Arts, Shall be consumed in one day, And this shall happen for the hardness of your hearts. But as for Ilion, the tormentor of the slain, Shall be ploughed up like a corn field: After he that came, do come again, In Ilion shall be found neither woman nor child.
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I would gladly get my liuing by mine Art, But Aliants chop vp houses so in the Citie, That we poore crafts men must needs depart, And beg if they will, the more is the pittie. What say the most pestelent Leasemongers? If that all the houses in London I were able to let, I would let them all to Alians and straungers, Before in any of them an Englishman I would set▪ For why a stranger will giue me what I will require▪ And at his day he will keep touch and pay: An English man in London cannot an house hyre▪ Except he be vndone for euer and a day. Three parts in London are alreadie Alians, Other mongrels, Alians children, mischieuously mixed, And that with the most detestable Barbarians, Which here for euer hath their dwellings fixed: Still you Mariners bring them in daily, So you may haue pence, You make your selues rich and go gaily, I would you were as readie to carry them hence. You would bring in the diuell for pence and groates: Ye shall see them one day play their parts gaily, When we thinke least, they shall cut our throates. They that wil talke at their pleasure what they will, Shall heare againe, that shall them displease, But what frantike fooles say, it doth not greatly skill, For your talke doth neither profit nor disprofit a peace: But whereas thou laiest to the charge of Mariners, That we haue filled the land full of Alians, Thou beliest vs, we bring in none but Gospellers, And such as we know to be very good Christians. Oh holy Ghospell, ô tydings of health most pure, Thou art made a cloake to all abhomination, Vengeance hangeth ouer your head be you sure, For misusing the word of mans saluation, What mischiefe and outrage hath bene wrought, And that vnder the pretence of the Gospell, There is no heresie, no impietie, no sacriledge on sought, And all painted out, with the cullour of the Gospell. Of the Gospell we do boast, and do it professe, But more honest fidelitie is among Turkes, O the boasting, the pride, and the fleshly excesse, Among vs is neither true faith, nor yet good workes. Speake of your selfe friend▪ and of no man else, You know no mans conscience but your owne, VVe are men of flesh and blood, and no Angels, VVhat euery man is, to God it is knowne. VVill you haue one word for all? VVhat is that? Ye are naught all: And so naught, that ye are past amendment, Therefore the vengeance of God on you must fall, And now approacheth the time of aduengement, Tyre with all her Trauellers proud and gay, VVith all her cunning Artificers in their Arts, Shall be consumed in one day, And this shall happen for the hardnesse of your hearts. But as for Ilion, the tormentor of the slaine, Shall be ploughed vp like a corne field: After he that came, do come againe, In Ilion shall be found neither woman nor child.