Treasure Island

William Barlow

(1500-1568 / England)

Go forthe lytell treatous nothynge a fraide


The Author of the worke.

Go forthe lytell treatous nothynge a fraide.
To the Cardinall of Yorcke dedicate
And though he threatē the be not dismayde
To pupplysshe his abhominable estate
For though his power he doeth elevate
Yett the season is nowe verily come
Ut inveniatur iniquitas eius ad odium.


The Treatous.
O my author howe shall I be so bolde
A fore the Cardinall to shewe my face
Seīge all the clargy with hym doth holde
Also in faveour of the Kyngis grace
With furious sentence they will me chace
Forbiddynge eny persone to rede me
Wherfore my deare author it cānott be.


The Author.
Thou knowest very well whatt his lyfe is
Unto all people greatly detestable
Be causeth many one to do amisse
Thorow his example abhominable.
Wherfore it is nothynge reprobable
To declare his mischefe and whordom
Ut inveniatur iniquitas eius ad odium.


The Treatous.
Though his lyfe of all people is hated
Yet in the masse they putt moche cōfidēce
Whiche through out all the world is dilated
As a worke of singuler magnificence
Prestes also they have in reverence
With all wother persones of the spretualte
Wherfore my deare author it cannot be.


The Author.
O deare treatous thou mayst nott consyder
Their blynde affeccion in ignorance
Wherby all the worlde both farre and near
Hath bene combred with lōge cōtinuāce
Itt is goddis will his trueth to avaunce
And to putt antichrist oute of his kyngdō
Ut inveniatur iniquitas eius ad odium


The Treatous.
Well yett there is greate occasiō of grudge
Because I apeare to be convicious.
Withouten fayle the clargy will me iudge
To procede of a sprete presumtuous/
For to vse soche wordes contumelious
It becōmeth nott christen charite
Wherfore my deare author it cannot be.


The Author.
O my treatous it is goddis iudgement
So to recōpence their madde blasphemy
Seynge they burned his holy testament
Thorowe the prowde cardinals tyranny
Agaynst whose harde obstynacy to crye
The stones in the strete cannot be dom
Ut inveniatur iniquitas eius ad odium.


The Treatous.
Yf I presume to make relacion
Of secret matters that be vncertayne
They will count it for diffamacion
Or thīges cōtryved of a frowarde brayne
To descrybe their faultes it is but vayne
Except I were in some authorite
Wherfore my deare author it cannot be.


The Author.
As touchīg that thou nede not to be deiecte
The trueth shalbe thy conservacion
Whyles thou presume no faultes to detecte
But wheare thou hast hadde certificaciō
By their knowledge and informacion
Whiche have forsaken the whore of rome
Ut inveniatur iniquitas eius ad odium.


The Treatous.
Alas yett in their outragious furoure
They shall coursse ād ba&nbar;e with cruel sētēce
All those whiche have to me eny favoure
Ether to my saynge geve credence
In hell and heven they have preeminēce
To do as they lyste with free liberte
Wherfore my deare author it cannot be.


The Author.
O treatous lett antichrist crye and roare
Manassynge with fulminacions
His cruelte shalbe feared no moare
Men knowynge his abhominacions
Fye apon his forged execracions.
Seynge his tyranny is overcome
Ut inveniatur iniquitas eius ad odium.
Fye on his dyvlisshe interdiccions
With his keyes lock&es; chaynes and fetters
Fye apon all his iurisdiccions
And apō those whiche to hym are detters
Fye apon his bulles breves and letters
Wherin he is named seruus servorum
Ut inveniatur iniquitas eius ad odium.
Fye on his golden thre folded crowne
Whiche he vseth to weare apō his head
Fye apon his maieste and renowne
Clayminge on erthe to be in Christ&es; stead
Fye on his carkes bothe quycke and dead
Ex hoc nūc et usque in seculum
Ut inveniatur iniquitas eius ad odium.
Blissed they be which are cursed of the pope
And coursed are they whō he doth blisse
A coursed are all they that have eny hope
Ether in his personne or els in his.
For of almyghty god a coursed he is
Per omnia secula seculorum
Ut inveniatur iniquitas eius ad odium.

Submitted: Friday, October 08, 2010

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