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S2992 THeyr dedes in effecte, my lyfe wolde haue / Theyr wordes do pretende, my lyuynge to craue YOur dedes in effecte, that made your lyfe braue / Hath caused your wordes, the truth to depraue Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 17 [THeyr dedes in effecte, my lyfe wolde haue] Their deeds in effect, my life would have Gardiner, Stephen 1548-1548

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THeyr dedes in effecte, my lyfe wolde have Theyr wordes do pretende, my lyvynge to crave Theyr dedes I drede not, theyr wordes beynge suche I drede and regarde, in maner as moche. My lyfe is but vyle, I esteme as lyght Then shulde I in gooddes or lyvynge delyght Whom matters and dedes, nought moveth at all Shulde wynde and vayne wordes, his courage appall. Not man unto man, can threaten I wote More grevous then death, the horryble lote And be it that death, by sentence of man I suffre and that, well suffre I can. What shulde I regarde, this transytorie state Regarde and thynke on, both early and late I muste a newe lyfe, that ever shall laste Subjecte to no death, no syckenesse, no waste. Than welcome be death, the entrye of lyfe And dewe to the worlde, the stage of all stryfe Lyfe lost in this wyse, relevyth agayne For ever in blysse, to lyve without payne. From hence and herein, my comforte and staye Reposed I have, that can not decaye God graunt me suche losse, that rayseth this gayne God graunt me that death, suche lyfe to retayne. In meanetyme and space, saye properly this I maye and in place, Vana salus hominis.
Stephen Wynton.
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YOur dedes in effecte, that made your lyfe brave Hath caused your wordes, the truth to deprave Your dedes ye forget not, your wordes beynge suche You dryve on and drede not, all men se to moche. Your lyfe hath ben lewde, whiche ye esteme lyght Of force to leave gooddes, no thanke to go quyght Thoughe matters and dedes, nought move you at all Let God and his threates, your stowtenes appall. For man unto man, can nought threate ye wote More grevous then death, that horryble lote But yf ye have death, that Justyce gyve can Drede then your desertes, and blame ye not man. Amende and repente, your stobourne estate That truthe hath neare tryed, but almosse to late A patarne moste popysshe, from fyrste to the laste As wylfull, as wyttie, whiche wante worketh waste. I doubte the welcome of death, to that lyfe Plased for Popes pageantes, in stage of moche stryfe Lyfe lost in this wyse, relevyth agayne As he that from blysse, returneth to payne. From hence and herein, your comforte and staye Reposed you have, whiche nedes muste decaye If God for this losse, do graunt ye dewe gayne God shylde ye from death, suche lyfe to retayne. In meane and space, our prayer is this As we maye in place, God tourne to his.
H.S.