The practice practised by the Pope and his prelates which they haue vsed synce they came to their estates.

THE PRACTICE practiced by the Pope and his prelates. which they haue vsed synce they came to their estates. ALas alas, what shall I now doo: My kyngdome is lyke, no longer to stande: These Englysh men, wyll me vndoo: And dryue me quyte out of their lande, I may to them, holde vp my hande, And say a due, my frendes all, But specially, my preestes of Ball, Yet at the fyrst, whan that I harde, How that my Pylgrimages, were put downe, And that my pardones, they dyd not regarde, Nor cared not for my triple crowne, All this, lytle minished my renowne: Hopyng to haue it vp agayne all, By the craftye conueyaunce, of my preestes of Ball. And as for Scala celi, my Masse, with idle holydayes in the yere, For the losse of them, I dyd not passe, Bycause they were, but sclender gere, I haue men lyeng. euery where: That can make them new agayne all, By the wycked counsell, of my preestes of Ball. And than agayne, for my Peter pence, The which came yerely to my purse. They haue lytle bated my expence, Nor made my cofers, lytle the worse, And though they doo not regarde my curse, Nor yet my blessyng, amongest them all, yet this wyll be recouered, by my preestes of Ball. And as for all my Abbayes and Selles, with Charter houses and Monesteries, That were thrust downe. with hallowed welles, Therein to wasshe, for feare of feryes, All this, my kyngdome lytle weryes, Not doubtyng to haue it vp agayne all, By the wycked counsell, of my preestes of Ball. My fat headed Monkes, wt my .iiii. orders of Friers My stoute Channons, and wympeled Nonnes, which were dryuen out, as sellers and byers, All this with other, in agayne commes, For I haue store ynough, in other kyngdommes, And also in Englande, when so euer I call, As knoweth full well, my preestes of Ball. And as for the name of Supreme heade: For that, I doo not greatly care: So longe, as by my lawes they are leade: Let them dyspyse me, and not spare, All thys can not make, me worse to fare. Hopyng to haue yt, vp agayne all, By the deuyse, of my preestes of Ball. But I maye my self, bothe curse and ban: And teare my clothes, for very madnes: That when I was, with euery man, Regarded much, in ernest sadnes: Then vsed I, suche open badnes: That the people, fled from me all: Sauyng, my louyng preestes of Ball. I had no measure, in sellynge of my wares: But made them paye, I cared not what, Which was the begynnyng, of all my cares: But now to repent, it is to late, I vsed such a geynfull common rate, That the people, fled from me all, Sauyng, my louyng preestes of Ball. Also my Byshops, I trow they were mad, That when they saw the Abbayes put downe, And that the Kyng, their treasure had, All thys, mynisshed lyttell their renowne, But one, as with his shauen crowne, Toke counsell, with hys fellowes all. Insurrection to make, by my preestes of Ball And when they sawe, their euell chaūce: How in that, they were ouer come: Then sent they one, vnto the Kynge of Fraunce, To carry hym worde, they were vndon, Desyryng hym, with all and some: That he wold helpe. hys subiectes all: To set vp agayne, the preestes of Ball. And then an other, into Scotland was sente: That they, on the other syde shuld be doyng: So that, their subtyll intente, Must go forwarde, in euery thyng, Continuall warres, they dyd brynge: Whiche was to stoppe, Goddes truthe with all: By the customed practice, of my preestes of Ball: And when these men, were set on worke. Hauynge mynde of nothyng but battayle: Then dyd my men, together lurke, Thynkyng, on their purpose to preuayle: Deuysyng a beaste, with .vi. heades and a tayle, Desyryng the Kynge, with his counsell all, To lycence my beastes, the preestes of Ball. And when that lycence, then was graunted. They begane to bragge, in euery place: And the new gospellers, by them were taunted: Thynkyng ther by, the truthe to defase: Alas there ys an heuy case. For downe I must, with my baggage all: Sparyng not me, nor my preestes of Ball. Styll dothe the Kyng, contynew in warre: And hath almost spent, the ryches of the Abbayes: Thys gere, I feare me, wyll vs cleane marre: Gatheryng of money, my power decayes: Colleges, and Chaunteries, in theyr ryche arayes: They are lyke now, to go downe all: And thus decayes, my preestes of Ball. And when the ryches, of them ys wasted, Then, haue at the Byshops landes: And Cathedrall churches, shalbe tasted: The which, full gorgyously now standes: I maye lament, and wrynge my handes: Geuyng vp the soule titles all: And take my leaue, of my preestes of Ball. By thys my darlynges, shall be made so poore: That they shall not be able, to doo me good: But shall go begge, from dore to dore: With sad countenance, and carefull mood: To chafe, frette, or to be wood: It wyll not helpe, nothynge at all. But farewell, my noynted preestes of Ball. Farewell mattens, with tunable notes: Farewell euensong, done at nyght. Farewell Diriges, with trentall grotes: Farewell Idolles, now put to flyght: Farewell, my great god of myght: Farewell ones agyne, my god of all: Farewell good nyght, my preestes of Ball. Farewell Pax, Pascalls, and Palmes: Farewell Alter, Asshes: and Aue maries: Farewel Portuous, Pystelles and Psalmes: Farewell Anteme of Alys: and Annes: Farewell commendations, and also mortuaries: Farewell my copes, and vestimentes all. Farewell my shauen preestes of Ball. A dew my holybread, in howsell stede. Adew my holly water, for veniall synnes: Adew my crepyng, to the crosse at nede. Adew my belles, with all their gynnes. Adew cusshyons, knelynges, and crouchynges: Adew my sensores, and cruets all. Adew my full trust, in the preestes of Ball. Commende me to my seuen sacramentes. But specyally, to my good derlyng Whyte cote, And shewe to hym, that my good intentes. The christians, nothyng regarde or note: Goddes worde, a mongest them is so hote. That downe I must, with my baggage all, Sparing not me, nor my preestes of Ball. And as for the .vi. Gardiners Gospelles. They are euen sodeynly, now decayed. And also my .vi. Articles. Thys maketh me in dede, to be afrayde, I haue but small trust, in fresh ayde. For surely my ceremonies: wyll go downe all. That out alas, my preestes of Ball. Thus with euell wyll, I take my flyght. Departyng a waye, with wofull chere. Neuermore in England, to come in syght: How saye Lawyers, to thys gere: I wys I helped you, this menny yere, With kepynge the people in blindnes all, But we trust no more to the preestes of Ball. Leaue of your byndynge of heauy burdens, Upon mens shouldres, to oppresse them downe: Leste you and I, lyke idle lurdens, Go labor about, from towne to towne, I saye trust no more, to my shauen crowne, But minister truly, amongest you all, And haue no more truste in the preestes of Ball. Now maysters, you that dyd here: The pitifull complaynt, of my song. Wolde very gladly, see it appere: Thynkynge the tyme, to be very longe: Thys prossesse of myne, wyll not prolonge. For the breath of God, wyll downe with all: Shortely not to see, a preeste of Ball. God saue the Kyng, hys noble grace, And send hym to spye, the subtiltie of the bysshoppes And that he may in any case, Once thrust downe, these forked toppes: For as long as the pye, in ye Kyngs chambre hoppes, The silly sheepe, and lambes all, Are lyke to be deuoured, with the preestes of Ball. Doo not thynke here, that I discommende, Any of the sacramentes, that Christ dyd institute: For I dyd neuer so pretende, My mynde was, nothyng but to confute, The abuses of thynges, therein to dispute, Which I wolde were taken away ingenerall, No more to be mainteyned, by the preestes of Ball. Finis. Wyllyam Samuell.