EBBA 32588

Huntington Library - Britwell

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A maner of the world now a dayes.

SO many poynted caps

Lased with double flaps

And so gay felted hats

Sawe I never.

So many good lessons

So many good sermons

And so few devocions

Sawe I never.

So many gardes worne

Jagged and al to torne

And so many falsly forsworne

Sawe I never.

So fewe good polycies

In townes and cytyes

For kepinge of blynde hostryes

Sawe I never.

So many good warkes

So few wel lerned clarkes

And so few that goodnes markes

Sawe I never.

Suche pranked cotes & sleves

So few yonge men that preves

And such encrease of theves

Sawe I never.

So many garded hose

such cornede shoes

And so many envyous foes

Sawe I never.

So many questes sytte

With men of smale wit

And so many falsely quitte

sawe I never.

So many gay swordes

So many altered wordes

And so fewe covered bordes

Sawe I never.

So many empti purses

so fewe good horses

And so many curses

Sawe I never.

suche bosters and braggers

so newe fashyoned daggers

And so many beggers

Sawe I never.

So many proper knyves

So well apparrelled wyves

And so yll of theyr lyves

Saw I never.

So many cockolde makers

So many crakers

And so many peace breakers

Saw I never.

So much vayne clothing

With cuttyng and jagging

And so much bragginge

Saw I never.

So many newes and knackes

So many naughty packes

And so many that mony lackes

Saw I never.

So many maidens with child

And wylfully begylde

And so many places untilde

Sawe I never.

so many women blamed

And rightuously defaimed

And so lytle ashamed

sawe I never.

Widowes so sone wed

After their husbandes be deade

Having such hast to bed

sawe I never

so much strivinge.

For goodes and for wivinge

And so lytle thryvynge

saw I never.

so many capacities

Offices and pluralites

And chaunging of dignities

sawe I never.

so many lawes to use

The truth to refuse

Suche falshead to excuse

sawe I never.

Executers havinge the ware

Taking so littel care

Howe the soule doth fare

sawe I never.

Amonge them that are riche

No frendshyp is to kepe tuche

And such fayre glosinge speche

Saw I never.

So many pore

In every bordoure

And so small soccoure

Saw I never.

So proude and so gaye

so riche in araye

And so sknat of money

Saw I never.

So many bowyers

so many fletchers

And so few good arches

sawe I never.

so many chepers

so fewe biers

And so many borowers

sawe I never.

So many alle sellers

In baudy holes and sellers

Of yonge folkes yll counsellers

sawe I never.

so many pinkers

so many thinkers

And so many good alle drinkers

sawe I never

so many wronges

so few mery songes

And so many yll tonges.

sawe I never.

so many a vacabounde

Through al this londe

And so many in pryson bond

I saw never.

so many citacions.

so fewe oblacions

And so many new facions

sawe I never.

so many fleying tales

Pickers of purses and males

And so many sales

saw I never.

so much preachinge

speaking fayre and teaching

And so ill belevinge

saw I never.

so much wrath and envy

Covetous and glottony

and so litle charitie

sawe I never.

so many carders

Revelers and dicers

and so many yl ticers

sawe I never.

so many lollers

so few true tollers

so many baudes and pollers

sawe I never.

such treachery

simony and usury

Poverty and lechery

saw I never.

so many avayles

so many geales

And so many fals baylies

sawe I never.

By fals and subtyll wayes

All Englande decayes

For more envy and lyers

sawe I never.

so new facioned jackes

With brode flappes in the neckes

And so gay and newe partlettes

sawe I never.

so many slutteshe cookes

so few facioned tucking hookes

And so few biers of bookes

saw I never.

somtime we song of myrth & play

But now our joy is gone away

For so many fal in decay

sawe I never.

whither is the welth of england gon

the spiritual saith they have none

And so many wrongfully undone

saw I never.

It is great pitie that every day

so many brybors go by the way

And so mani extorcioners in eche cuntrey

saw I never.

To the lord I make my mone

For you maist healpe us everich one

Alas the people is so wo begone

worse was it never

Amendment

Were convenient

But it may not be

We have exiled veritie

God is neither dead nor sicke

He may amend al yet

And trowe ye so indede

As ye beleve ye shal have mede

After better I hope ever

For worse was it never.

Finis.

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