¶ The welspoken Nobody.  
God that is all good and almighty  
Hath showed his power upon me Nobodye,  
For where my mouth with lock was sparred  
He hath it burst and my speech restored,  
Wherefore I will sing praise unto his name  
Because I may speak without any blame,  
And though the pope with all his train  
Do me rebuke and against me say  
That as tofore I should now hold my peace  
Yet God's honour to set forth I can not cease.  

Nobody is my name  
that beyreth every bodies blame   
☜ Many speak of Roben hood that never shot in his bow  
So many have laid faults to me, which I did never know,  
But now behold here I am  
Whom all the world doth diffame  
Long have they also scorned me  
And locked my mouth for speaking free  
As many a Godly man they have so served  
Which unto them God's truth hath showed  
Of such they have burned and hanged some  
That unto their idolatry would not come  
The lady truth they have locked in cage  
Saying that of her Nobodye had knowledge  
For asmuch now as they name Nobodye  
I think verily they speak of me  
Wherefore to answer I now begin  
The lock of my mouth is opened with gin  
Vurought by noman, but by God's grace  
Unto whom be praise in every place  
My journeys I make both far and near  
To seek where people God's justice fear  
In that place would I make my habitation  
Trusting there to have a continual mansion  
In print tofore I did never appear  
Yet many could me not well bear  
But no marvel for the proverb sayeth  
All men can not abide to here the truth  
A companion must he be with these good fellows,  
As long as they will have him in their companies,  
But sometime they forget him, until he be  
Moulded or worm-eaten, and than for heresy  
They do him burn secretly as in the night  
The jews took Christ, so these by their might  
Follow the other, being sore afraid,  
Lest these their pranks should be bewrayed.  
In the Dedication day, than out of the steeple  
Do they him hang to espy the people,  
And with a little bell them for to warn,  
Because the priests should catch no harm  
In studying God's word the flock to feed.  
No this is enough, they have no other seed  
To sow, therefore they shall reap  
Wind, as they sowed wind a great heap.  
Woe be to me saith Paul, if I should not preach  
No saith the Pope my ceremonies teach.  
But what do they teach show the meaning?  
Well, God's word giveth me smelling  
That Paul and your opinion contrary be,  
Should men leave Paul, and follow the.  
On relic Sundays, than bring you forth trumpery  
Your relics must be washen, that water say yet,  
Is good for sin and sickness of beast,  
Thus of Christ's blood make you a gest  
So is thy soul spiritually fed,  
With Christ's most blessed body and blood,  
Which forty sins was offered on the road,  
With which oblation God's wrath is satisfied  
Never hereafter to be Reoffered  
For with one oblation by himself made,  
He hath made us perfect, therefore be glad,  
For unto perfection nothing can be added  
Where be now such, as masses have said  
To be propitiatory God them forgive,  
And convert their hearts, whiles they do live  
That they look for none other propitiation  
Than that which Christ made himself alone,  
In remembrance, whereof to confirm our faith  
He bade us receive as the scripture sayeth.  
This holy communion. No come and see  
Stare on it (sayeth the Pope) and ones a year take  
Nay not so neighbour take not, but gape.  
Thy finger would rot if thou touch but the chalice,  
O holy Paul, thou bade men be wise,  
And ware of such, as should admonish  
From handling and touching, which things do perish,  
Even with th'abuse thou sayest. Well  
Now saying that all men begin to smell  
All you that be priests I Nobodye pray,  
To repent and be learned, resist not I say