EBBA 36267
Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides
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A lytell treatyse agaynst
sedicyous persons.
To trolle awaye or trolle in / let not trolle spare
If trolle truly trolle / trolle nedeth not to care.
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OF late I perused / two purposes severall
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In their kyndes clerkely handeled / the truth for to tell
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Trolle awaye and Trolle in / men do them call
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Treatyng upon mater / concernyng the late Crumwell
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The one utterly myndyng / the other to repell
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Trolle away (the trouth is) moche touched the quycke
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And Trolle in (somwhat galled) began for to kycke.
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yet Trolle away tolde trouth / it can not be denyed
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Declaryng the offence / wherin Crumwell offended
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Trolle in beyng troubled / whan he it espyed
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With trollynges to cover it / full subtelly contended
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Some trollers there be / I wolde were amended
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For who that craftely covereth / any others offence
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Of lykelyhode / in his owne herte / hath the same pretence.
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Truly to trolle / it is no maner of shame
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And trollyng untrue / is not to be mayntayned
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As every thyng is / so to gyve it propre name
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Amonges all true honest men / shulde not be disdayned
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The scripture so techeth us / it can not be fayned
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Agaynst scripture who stryveth / he is none other lyke
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Than a traytoure to his prince / and to god an heretyke.
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I entende not to trolle / to take any parte
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Divisyon to encreace / it nedeth nothyng
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But sorowfully syghyng / I trolle in my harte
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With my selfe in mynde / many tymes revolvyng
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How god to us / hath ordayned the most noble kyng
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Who uniformly to knyt us / hath traveyled full sore
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yet many trifelyng trollers / care lytell therfore.
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But as trollers troubelous 1 and full of envy
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At the lawes of god / and of our good kyng
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In their trollynges do trust / yet that their olde heresy
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All good ordrys set aparte / shall florisshe and sprynge
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Their prechers / no lesse conforte / in their sermons do brynge
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Even lately exhortyng them / avoydyng all drede
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And persecution not regardyng / throughly to procede.
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With many wordes more troublous / than now I wyll reherce
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Not doutyng at all / but at length they shal be knowen
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Suche trollyng trecherous / my herte doth sore perce
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Consyderyng howe sedicyously / amonges us they besowen
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Of late I well trusted / they had ben over blowen
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But now I well parceyve / that neither favour nor smarte
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From the body can expell / that is rooted in the harte.
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A trewe trollyng hert / wolde be loth to pretende
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Any purpose to mayntayne / agaynst god or his kyng
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The confessyon of an heretyke / that lately dyd offende
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And amonges others / suffred for his deservyng
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Secretly they embrace / as a most precyous thyng
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And yet playnly wyll I prove / by good lawe and reason
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Contayned therin / both heresy and treason.
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Ve qui di-
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citis bonum
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malum et
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malum bo
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num. Esa.
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quinto.
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In any wyse imprynted / they wyll not it shall be
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The daungers therof in themselves mystrustynge
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Wherfore every man may well perceyve and se
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What hertes they do beare to god and our good kynge
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Every of them secretly must have it in wrytynge
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But Chryst sayeth verely there is nothynge conceled
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But at length shal be knowen / and openly reveled.
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Who against them trolleth / a Papyst they him name
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They have no other thing / themselves for to defende
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I wolde that all Papystes / had an open shame
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And that all heretykes / themselves wold amende
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Than shuld we have no cause / further to contende
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But uniformly to lyve / the one with the other
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And joyfully to enhabyt / as brother with brother.
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Such shuld be our trollynges / Christ us so teacheth
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Commaunding ever peace / amonges us for to be
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Untruly he trolleth / that otherwyse preacheth
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Styreng to any sedicion / malyce or envye
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Where banisshed is discorde / and raygneth all charite
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That realme in god resteth / and god is in it /
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Being charite him selfe / as sayth the holy writ.
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Than towardes that charite / trolle we on a pace
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Avauncyng ourselves / with all convenyent spede
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A more acceptable pilgrimage / surely never was
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For which god gave to man / any meryte or mede
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Our labour or gret burden / let us nothing drede
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Nor regarding the wylfulnes / of our body or flesshe
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For at the jorneyes ende / Christ wyll us refresshe.
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And than as true trollers / togither let us remayne
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Parfectly fast knyt / in one peace / unyte and love
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With glory unto god / evermore glad and fayne
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Our noble Prince truly to serve / as doth us behove
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And all others to tendre / as duty doth us move
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Usyng styll amonge us / the selfe same love and concorde
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Which is to us commaunded / by Christ the eternall lorde.
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And nowe in that love / let us all with one voyce pray
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For the preservacion of Henry our most noble kyng
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And Katheren our Quene / that they togither may
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Prosperously contynue / to their hertes desyring
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And Edward our Prince / that most angelyke thing
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That they all togither may longe lyve and rest
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And after with him to raygne / qui in celis est.
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Nihil est
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opertum
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quod non
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reveletur.
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neque occul-
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tum quod non
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sciatur.
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Math, x,
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Ecce quam bo-
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num et quam jo-
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cundum habi-
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tare fratres
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in unum.
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psa, c, xxxii
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Mathei. x.
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Luce. ii. Jo,
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xiiii. xv,
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Deus chari-
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tas est & qui
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manet in ca-
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ritate in deo
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manet et
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deus in eo
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i. Joha. iii.
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Venite ad
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me omnes qui
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laboratis &
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onorati e-
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stis, et ego
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reficiam vos
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Mathei. xv
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omnis anima potestatibus
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sublimioribus. subdi-,
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ta sit. ro, 13.
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Hoc est man
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datum meum
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ur diligatis
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inicem sicut
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Joh. xv.
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God save the Kyng,
To Trolle away or Trolle in / let not Trolle spare
If Trolle truly Trolle / Trolle nedeth not to care.
Composed by Thomas Smyth / servaunt to the kynges
royall majestye.
And clerke of the Quenes graces counsell / though most
unworthy.
FINIS,
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