Take a true sample, how the man who late
Fed twice each day two hundred at his gate,
Was branded with imaginary crimes;

And learn, ye too secure, from genuine rhymes, That fickle minds will change as change the times.

A newe Balade made of THOMAS CRUMWel, called, Trolle on Away; from an original Copy, printed at London, 1540, without varying the expression or spelling..

Trolle on away, trolle on awaye

Syng heave and howe rombelowe trolle on awaye. Bothe man and chylde is glad to here tell

Of that false traytoure Thomas Crumwel

Nowe that he is set to spell

Synge trolle on awaye.

When fortune loky'd the in thy face

Thou haddyst fayre tyme but thou lackydyst grace

Thy cofers with golde thou fyllydst a pace,

Synge trolle on awaye.

Both

Both plate and chalys came to thy fyst

Thou lockyst them vp where no man wyst

Tyll in the Kynges treasoure suche thinges were myst

Synge trolle on awaye.

Both crust and crumme came thorowe thy hands Thy marchaundyse sayled ouer the sands

Therefore nowe thou art layde fast in bandes

Synge trolle on awaye.

Fyrst when Kynge Henry God saue his Grace Perceyued myschefe kyndle in thy face

Then it was tyme to purchase the a place.

Synge trolle on awaye.

Hys Grace was euer of gentyll nature

Mouyd with petye and made the hys seruyture: But thou as a wretche suche things dyd procure.

Synge trolle on awaye.

Thou dyd not remembre false heretyke

One God, one fayth, and one Kynge catholyke

For thou hast bene so longe a scysmatyke

Syng trolle on awaye.

Thou

Thou woldyst not learne to knowe these thre.

But euer was full of iniquite

Wherefore all this lande hathe ben troubled with

the

Synge trolle on awaye.

All they that were of the newe trycke

Agaynst the churche thou baddest them stycke Wherfore nowe thou haste touchyd the quycke.

Synge trolle on awaye.

Bothe sacramentes and sacramentalles

Thou woldest not suffre within thy walles

Nor let vs praye for chrysten soules.

Synge trolle on awaye.

Of what generacyon thou were no tonge can tell Whyther of Chayme or Syschemell

Or else sente vs from the deuyll of hell

Synge trolle on awaye.

Thou woldest neuer to vertue applye

But couetyd euer to clymme to hye

And nowe haste thou trodden thy shoo awrye

Synge trolle on awaye.

Who

Who so euer dyd winne thou wolde not lose Wherfore al Englande doth hate the as I suppose Bycause thou wast false to the redolent rose

Synge trolle on awaye.

Thou myghtest haue learned thy cloth to flocke Upon thy gresy fullers stocke

Wherefore lay downe thy heade vpon this blocke

Synge trolle on awaye.

Yet saue that soule that God hath bought

And for thy carcas care thou nought.

Let it suffre payne as hit hath wrought.

Synge trolle on awaye.

God saue Kyng Henry with all his power
And Prynce Edwarde that goodly flowre.
With all hys Lordes of great honoure.

Synge trolle on awaye, syng trolle on awaye.
Heyue and how rombelowe trolle on awaye.

"Blow

"Blow, blow thou winter's wind,

"Thou art not so unkind

"As man's ingratitude."

These lines my reader may have met before,
But they do honor to Sir Thomas MORE :

"When MORE some years had Chanc❜lor been, "No more suits did remain;

"The same shall never there be seen,

"Till MORE be there again.

POETRY OF THE TIMES.

Old probity, I mean Sir THOMAS More,
Of manners artless, simple, yet not rude,
With FISHER, adds to victims named before.
Sir Thomas at the block with firmness spoke,
And dying virtue shrunk not from a joke.*

France and the Pope in due respect were kept, For HENRY'S military power ne'er slept;

He desired the Lieutenant of the Tower to see him safe up to the scaffold, and leave him, at coming down, to shif for himself.

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