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ANCIENT PO E M S.
Gettynge from every man his pence, As satisfaćtours for the deade.
with our FLAYLES coulde get To kepe our house, and servauntes; That did the Freers from us fet,
And with our soules played the marchauntes :
And thus they with theyr false warrantes of our sweate have cafelye lyved,
That for fatnesse theyr belyes pantes, So greatlye have they us deceaued.
They spared not the fatherleffe,
The carefull, nor the pore wydowe; They wolde have somewhat more or lesie,
If it above the ground did growe :
But now we husbandmen do knowe
For the lorde hath them overthrowe.
Doctor MARTIN LUTHER,
Thou antichrift, with thy thre crownes,
Haft 'usurped kynges powers,
Whom thou oughtest to serve all houres :
Thou thinkeft by thy jugglyng colours Thou maist lykewise Gods word opprefie;
As do the deceatful foulers,
Thou flatterest every prince, and lord,
Thretening poore men with swearde and fyre ; All those, that do followe Gods worde,
To make them cleve to thy desire,
Theyr bokes thou burnest in flaming fire ; Curfing with boke, bell, and candell,
Such as to reade them have desyre, Or with them are wyllynge to meddell.
Thy false power wyl I bryng down,
Thou shalt not raygne many a yere, I shall dryve the from citye and towne,
Even with this pen that thou seyfte here :
Thou fyghtest with swerd, shylde, and speare,
and cleare, That it shall brynge the under the borde *.