This argues but my greate good will, Or may be cald for chaunge of spetch, 4 Of him whose natuer from the Nurs, That with his life both staetly courte, And sayth that heer we haue to few, or noen like him at all: In sondry pointes of honour suer, that we most noble call. * Then follows a chasm, of what length is uncertain. 5 If enuye barke at well wonne faem, If world but wist, what good doth ries, With bieting words it would not seęke, 6 Who clipps renowme, is lieke a foole, Twear better striue to win like lawds Than shaek the head or bend the brow, 7 Of others prayse, but God be thankt, (And uoyde of stregth) the happy needs The learned hath a mortall foe, 8 Well: whear that noble nature dwells, Thear vertue harbreth in the hart, Take wel in worth my Nueyeares gift, for whiells your vertues liue : Finis q goodwill. This is all in black letter, and forms two fly leaves to Neville "de furoribus Norfolciensium Ketto duce." In the possession of the Rev. Mr. White, of Lichfield. THE THE DUCHESS OF SUFFOLK. THE following curious old Ballad has never appeared in any collection, and seems well worthy of being preserved. It was originally printed in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. "THE MOST RARE AND EXCELLENT HISTORY OF THE DUCHESS OF SUFFOLK, AND HER HUSBAND, RICHARD BERTIE'S CALA MITIES. To the tune of "Queen Dido." I. When God had taken, for our sin, That prudent Prince King Edward away, Then bloody Bonner did begin His raging malice to bewray; All those that did God's word profess, He persecuted more or less. II. Thus while the LORD on us did low'r, Whereby they might the truth forego, Then Cranmer, Ridley, and the rest, Were burning in the fire, that CHRIST profess'd. HI. Smithfield was then with faggots fill'd, At Worcester eke good Hooper died; And to escape this bloody day, Beyond-sea many fled away. T IV. Among the rest that sought relief, King Henry's daughter of Royal Blood; Who in the Tower did prisoner lie, V. The Dutchess of Suffolk seeing this, For fear of death was forc'd to fly, VI. That for the love of GoD alone, The word and truth so rare to find VII. Thus VII. Thus thro' London they pass'd along, At Billingsgate they all did meet : VIII. And all along from Gravesend town, To pass the seas was their intent; And GoD provided so that day, That they took ship, and sail'd away. IX. And with a prosp'rous gale of wind And from their hearts much woe did drive; And so, with thanks to GOD on high, They took their way to Germany. X. Thus as they travel'd still disguis'd, XI. The |