%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Ballad of Anne Askew, Intituled: I am a Woman poore and Blind. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1624-1624 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/16/2018 36045

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S2497 1 NONE [unknown] I Am a Woman poore and blinde / and little knowledge remaines in me, Manchester Central Library Blackletter Ballads Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 54 A Ballad of Anne Askew, Intituled: I am a Woman poore and Blind. A Ballad of Anne Askew, Entitled: I am a Woman poor and Blind. 1624-1624 T[.]P[?]

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I Am a Woman poore and blinde and little knowledge remaines in me, Long have I sought and faine would I finde, what hearbs in my garden were best to be. A garden I have which is unknowne, that God of his goodnes gave unto me: I meane my owne body wherein I would have sowne the seede of Christs true veritie. My spirit within me is vexed sore, my flesh striveth against the same: My sorrows do increase daily more and more, my conscience suffereth most bitter paine: I wish myselfe being thus at strife, would faine have bin at peace and rest: Musing and studying in my mortall life, what thing I might doe to please God best, With whole intent and one accord, unto a Gardner that I did know: I went and desired him for the love of the Lord, true seedes in my garden for to sow Then this proud Gardner seing me so blinde, he thought on me to worke his will: And flattered me with words so kind, to have me continue in blindnesse still. He fed me then with lyes and mockes, for veniall sinnes he bad me goe, To give my money to stones and stockes, which was starke lyes and nothing so. With stinking meate then was I fed, for to keepe me from my salvation: I had treu-talies of Masse, and Buls of lead, not one word spoken of Christs passion. In me was sowne all kinde of fained seedes, with Popish ceremonies many a one, Masses of Requiem with other Jugling deeds, till Gods spirit out of my garden was gone. Then was I commanded full straigtly. if of my salvation I would be sure: To build some Chappell, or some Chauntry, to be prayd for whilst the world endure. Beware of new learning, saith he, it is lies, which is the thing I most abhorre: Meddle not with it in any manner of wise, but doe as your fathers have done before.
My trust I did put then in the Diviles workes, thinking them sufficient my soule to save. Being worse then either Jewes or Turkes, thus Christ of his merrits I did despave. I might liken myselfe with a wofull heart, unto the dumbe man in Luke the elven: From whome Christ caused the Divell to de-part but shortly after he tooke the other seaven. My time thus good Lord so wickedly spent, alas shall I die the sooner therefore: No, Lord, I finde written in thy Testament, that thou hast mercy enough in store. For such sinners as the Scripture saith, that will gladly repent and follow thy word: Which I will not deny whilst I have breath, for Prison, fire, Faggot, nor firce sword. Strength me good Lord in thy truth to stand, for the bloudy Butchers have me at their wil With ther slaughter knives ready drawn in ther hand my simple carkas to devour and kill. O Lord forgive me mine offence, for I have offended thee very sore: Take therefore my sinfull body from hence, and then shal I vild wretch offend thee no more I would wish all christians & faithfull friends to keepe them from this Gardners hands, For he will bring them soone unto their ends, with cruell torments of fierce firebrands. I dare not presume for him to pray, because the truth of him was well knowne: And since that time he hath gone astray, and much pestilent seed abroad he hath sowne Because that now I have no space, the cause of my death truely to show: I trust hereafter by Gods holy grace, that all faithfull men shall it plainely know. To thee O Lord I bequeath my spirit, which art the workemaster of the same: It is thine, Lord therefore take it of right, my carkas on earth I leave, from whence it came Although to ashes it be now burned, I know thou canst raise it againe, In the same likenesse that thou it formed, it Heaven with thee evermore to remaine.
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