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S2501 1 Light of Loue Light o' Love Light of Love VVE goe to braue buildinges of faire bricke and stone- / Where men of great calling liue lordly alone, Lord helpe vs, Lord helpe vs, Lord helpe vs with speed / Come now Lord & helpe thy poore people that need. Manchester Central Library Blackletter Ballads Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 51 [?] / benefactor, the worthy E[a]rle of Bedford. [?] benefactor, the worthy Earl of Bedford. 1585-1585

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WE goe to brave buildinges of faire bricke and stone, Where men of great calling live lordly alone, We aske it for Gods sake, but none will come neare us, We crave it for Christes sake, yet no man will heare us. Lord helpe us, Lord helpe us, Lord helpe us with speed Come now Lord & helpe thy poore people that need. For Good-hospitalitie was kild long agoe, And our good House-Keepers have felt the like woe: For Usurie hath gnawed and eaten them as rust, And nev[e]r would leave them, till leave them he must. Now Charitie is choaked with picking bare bones, And Povertie compelled to lie on cold stones: And Good men that give, are soone dead and rotten, But God that doth give all, is soonest forgotten. Thou gav'st us a helper while here he did live, Whose handes was not emptie his almes for to give: But now Lord we lacke him, he is clothed in clay, And woe be to thee death, that tooke him away. Our good Earle of Bedford, that man it is he, Which caused this weeping and wayling to be: And blame us not brethren, we beare him in mind, Such good men as he was, few we can find. He was no such Courtier all dayes of his life, That ever begd living from poore man or wife: Though some would have done it, & sought for to get them Yet no man so ready as he was to let them. Methinkes yet he liveth, and standeth in place, Preferring the poore man to come to her Grace To talke and to tell her, she may understand, Some Courtier hath begged his house and his land. Then comes the poore Widow, and she wrings her hands My good Lord of Bedford now thus our case standes: Our Commons are caught up, where we fed our beastes, Lord Bedford now helpe us the same to release, Then like a kind Father, good people, sayth he, I am very willing your helper to be. Our Queene is so gratious and loving indeed, That what I aske for you, I know I shall speed. Her Highnesse then hearing his Honour was there, Sayth to him, My Lord I pray you come neere: What writing have you there, may I understand? He kisses it most humbly, and gives in her hand. [H]er Majestie reades it, and saith, who doth owe it? [?]es her: she thankes him that would let her know it. [?]th she, My good Lord I pray you proceed, [?] Honour shall do a good deed. [?] will you have more? [?] hurteth the poore: [?] now and alwayes, [?] then your dayes.
What man is he living that now th[?] And hath his eyes open, can keepe the [?] To thinke how few good men there d[?] And how soone they happen to come to d[?] Yet let us not marvell if death will not sta[?] For when the Lord sendeth, then lyfe must a[?] And life is uncertaine in this world to men, But death is most certaine: what shall we say th[?] But now who is ready to ride for the poore? Nay, who is not ready to shut up his doore? And gleane from him cunningly his house and his land, But none of Gods chosen, takes such thinges in hand. But time overtakes me and I cannot show, So much as I would, nor halfe that I know: For many men wealthy, do give up housekeeping, And many poore Widdowes sit wayling and weeping. And many that misse him, do earnestly pray, That God of his goodnesse would fetch them away: And many poore children cryes out, they have wrong, And many poore Ploughmen sits singing this song. Gone is our provider of money and corne, Oh this was the best man that ever was borne: For sicke and sore folke, for hale and for lame, His Pursse was a playster or salve for the same. For who hath not seene in every streete, What flockes of poore people his Honour should [?] He mindfull of mercy, then wayling their griefe, With handes of compassion, did give them relie[?] And bad them returne, and give God the prayse[?] This good Earle of Bedford thus ended his dayes: The earth was now ready to yeeld him a grave, The heavens were as ready his soule to receive. Now let our rich Stewards take heed how they lyve, For though not in this worlde account they must give, When God hath in justice their conscience appealing, Their judgement is, Sathan take them for their dealing. And then this good Steward the Lord calleth neare, And sayth, thou art blessed: thy Conscience is cleere: For thou hast had always a care and regard, And now thou art come to receive thy reward. The Crowne of all glory I give unto thee, With life everlasting: receive them of mee. A blessed receiving good people is this: And thus the Lord dealeth with all that be his. As for our rich worldlinges that live without shame, There is a place also [?] No Heaven, but a [?] No mercie, but [?] Their gold [?] They have [?] They take [?] But onely [?] Now G[?] That [?] Ou[?] To[?] And [?] Th[?] Lord [?] And L[?]