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S121870 SO many poynted caps / Lased with double flaps Sawe I neuer. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 18348 The maner of the world now a dayes. The maner of the world now a dayes. The manner of the world now a days. 1562-1562

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SO many poynted caps Lased with double flaps And so gay felted hats Sawe I never. So many good lessons So many good sermons And so few devocions Sawe I never. So many gardes worne Jagged and al to torne And so many falsly forsworne Sawe I never. So fewe good polycies In townes and cytyes For kepinge of blynde hostryes Sawe I never. So many good warkes So few wel lerned clarkes And so few that goodnes markes Sawe I never. Suche pranked cotes & sleves So few yonge men that preves And such encrease of theves Sawe I never. So many garded hose such cornede shoes And so many envyous foes Sawe I never. So many questes sytte With men of smale wit And so many falsely quitte sawe I never. So many gay swordes So many altered wordes And so fewe covered bordes Sawe I never. So many empti purses so fewe good horses And so many curses Sawe I never. suche bosters and braggers so newe fashyoned daggers And so many beggers Sawe I never. So many proper knyves So well apparrelled wyves And so yll of theyr lyves Saw I never. So many cockolde makers So many crakers And so many peace breakers Saw I never. So much vayne clothing With cuttyng and jagging And so much bragginge Saw I never. So many newes and knackes So many naughty packes And so many that mony lackes Saw I never. So many maidens with child And wylfully begylde And so many places untilde Sawe I never. so many women blamed
And rightuously defaimed And so lytle ashamed sawe I never. Widowes so sone wed After their husbandes be deade Having such hast to bed sawe I never so much strivinge. For goodes and for wivinge And so lytle thryvynge saw I never. so many capacities Offices and pluralites And chaunging of dignities sawe I never. so many lawes to use The truth to refuse Suche falshead to excuse sawe I never. Executers havinge the ware Taking so littel care Howe the soule doth fare sawe I never. Amonge them that are riche No frendshyp is to kepe tuche And such fayre glosinge speche Saw I never. So many pore In every bordoure And so small soccoure Saw I never. So proude and so gaye so riche in araye And so sknat of money Saw I never. So many bowyers so many fletchers And so few good arches sawe I never. so many chepers so fewe biers And so many borowers sawe I never. So many alle sellers In baudy holes and sellers Of yonge folkes yll counsellers sawe I never. so many pinkers so many thinkers And so many good alle drinkers sawe I never so many wronges so few mery songes And so many yll tonges. sawe I never. so many a vacabounde Through al this londe And so many in pryson bond I saw never. so many citacions. so fewe oblacions And so many new facions sawe I never. so many fleying tales Pickers of purses and males
And so many sales saw I never. so much preachinge speaking fayre and teaching And so ill belevinge saw I never. so much wrath and envy Covetous and glottony and so litle charitie sawe I never. so many carders Revelers and dicers and so many yl ticers sawe I never. so many lollers so few true tollers so many baudes and pollers sawe I never. such treachery simony and usury Poverty and lechery saw I never. so many avayles so many geales And so many fals baylies sawe I never. By fals and subtyll wayes All Englande decayes For more envy and lyers sawe I never. so new facioned jackes With brode flappes in the neckes And so gay and newe partlettes sawe I never. so many slutteshe cookes so few facioned tucking hookes And so few biers of bookes saw I never. somtime we song of myrth & play But now our joy is gone away For so many fal in decay sawe I never. whither is the welth of england gon the spiritual saith they have none And so many wrongfully undone saw I never. It is great pitie that every day so many brybors go by the way And so mani extorcioners in eche cuntrey saw I never. To the lord I make my mone For you maist healpe us everich one Alas the people is so wo begone worse was it never Amendment Were convenient But it may not be We have exiled veritie God is neither dead nor sicke He may amend al yet And trowe ye so indede As ye beleve ye shal have mede After better I hope ever For worse was it never.
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