¶ A ballad against malicious slanderers. ¶ Heve and how rumbelow thou art to blame Trolle into the right way again for shame. TRolle into the way/ troll in and retrolle Small charity and less wit is in thy noll. Thus for to rail upon a christian soul Wherefore men think the worthy blame Trolle into the way again for shame. ¶ Thou makest a trolling hither and thither Sometime thou trollest thou canst not tell whither But if all thy trollings were gathered together Thy trolling might trim the and turn the to blame Wherefore troll thou now into the way for shame ❧ Although lord Crumwell a traitor was yet dare I say that the king of his grace Hath forgiven him that great trespass To tail than on dead men/ thou art to blame Trolle now into the way again for shame. ❧ In that that he the law hath offended By the law he is justly condemned This mortal life/ full godly he ended Wherefore to rail thus/ thou art to blame Trolle into the way again for shame. ¶ For all his offences in every thing He asked god mercy and grace of the king And of all the wide world/ for his transgressing Thou nor no man can say nay to the same Trolle into the way than again for shame ☜ Thou takest his treason for thy subtle defence Which now is departed and gone from hence But men spy the prick of all thy pretence Thy own sayings following declare the same Trolle into the way/ for fere or for shame ¶ Thou sayest he was with the church to quick Favouring none but of the new trick But now thou spurnest against the prick And thou of force/ must confess the same Trolle into the way again for shame ☜ For bishops have now as they have had If priests would complain/ they were to mad Wherefore thou apperest to be a popish lad For using thy popery/ thou art to blame Trolle into the way again for shame. ❧ For here thou upholdest both monks and friars Nuns and naughty packs/ and lewd lousy liars The bishop of Rome/ with all his rotten squires To build such a church/ thou art moche to blame Trolle now into the way again for shame. ❧ May not men think now in the mean season That thou hast deserved by right and by reason As much as he hath done for cloaking thy treason For he was a traitor/ and thou art the same Trolle away papist/ god give the shame. ¶ The sacrament of the altar/ that is most highest Crumwell believed it to be the very body of Christ Wherefore in thy writing/ on him thou liest For the king & his counsel will witness the same Trolle into the way/ than again for shame ☜ Although that he of birth were but base yet was he set up of the kings noble grace Whereby it appeareth that thou wouldest deface The kings royal power/ despising the same Trolle away traitor/ god give the shame. ¶ Is it thy fashion thus craftily to say? Let us for the king/ and his lords pray And than at the last/ to troll them away With have and how rumbelow/ thy words be the same Both written and printed/ to thy great shame? ☜ Hast thou no man else/ thou drunken foll But the king and his nobles/ away for to troll It were enough for to cost the thy poll Both thine and all other/ that would do the same Trolle away traitor/ god give the shame. ¶ A pretty wise printer belike he was Which of his printing/ so little doth pass To print such pilled poetry/ as this same was Like maker/ like printer/ two trolles of the game A pair of good papists/ ye be pain of shame ☜ God send all traitors their hole deserts God send small toy/ to all popish hearts And evil hap to as many as do take their parts God send their purpose never to frame But troll them away with sorrow and shame. ¶ I pray god thou be not found one of those That pervarteth the people/ as I suppose From reading of god's word/ that goodly rose Where the counsel commandeth to occupy the same Thou traitor allurest them this fair flower to defame. ❧ God preserve and keep the kings noble grace With prince Edward his son/ to succeed in his place God keep them among us/ long time and space Let all his true subjects/ say Amen to the same And they that would otherwise/ god send them shame. ¶ Finis. ☜ printed at London in Lombard street near unto the Stocks market at the sign of the Mermaid by john Gough. Cum previlegio Ad imprimendum solum O domine in virtute tua letabitur Rex, etc.