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A Balade declaryng how neybourhed
love, and trew dealyng is gone.

NOw straunge it is, to men of age
the which they se, before their face.
This world to be, in such outrage,
It was never sene, in so bad case,
Neibourhed nor love is none
trew dealyng now is fled & gone

Where shall one fynde, a man to trust,
Alwaye to stande, in tyme of neede.
The most parte now, they are unjust
Fayre in wordes, but false in deede:
Neybourhed, nor love is none
True dealyng now is fled and gone.

who can flatter, now best shall speede,
who can deceyve, is gaynes well won
Of deceytfull tongues, who can take hede
Many a man, they have undone,
Neibourhed, nor love is none, etc,

The wickednesse, that doth abounde,
More then I can, with tongue expresse,
To see unfaithfull men are founde,
of frendship there was neverlesse:
Neiborhed, nor love is none. etc,

On covetousnesse, most men desyre,
Their neibours house, some doth procure.
And over his hed, they wyll it hyre,
Or bye a leace, to make it sure,
Neiborhed, nor love is none. etc.

To pourchace and bye, for lucre & gaine
Both leace & house, both wood & grounde,
Thei double the rent, to poore mens payne
of landlordes nowe, fewe good are founde
Neiborhed, nor love is none. etc.

This is used now everywhere,
And wyll be tyll we have redresse,
with them I thought, the Lorde dyd fere
Because his worde they doo professe:
neiborhed, nor love is none. etc.

what neiborhed is this you call,
That one another doth backbite
And daily wyll both skolde and brall,
with slaunderous wordes, in most despite:
neyborhed, nor love is none. etc.

For matters small, some suffre wronge,
Upon displeasure, in prison cast,
And there shall lye, without pitie long
tyll that his goodes are spent and wast:
neyborhed nor love is none. etc,

Th ungodly riche, the poore oppresse
On them few have compassion,
Their cause is here, remedilesse
without all consolacion:
neyborhed nor love is none. etc.

If any membre be hurte in man,
The whole body lamentes therfore:
the poore oppprest, who cureth than
Or helpes him for to salve his sore:
neiborhed nor love is none, etc.

The percialnesse that now doth raigne,
with some that have, suche cause in hande
The riche men doth, the poore disdayne

And sekes the meanes, to make them band
neyborhed nor love is none, etc,

Truly to deale one with another,
In these dayes now ar very fewe,
the Sister wyll begyle the brother,
the brother agayne, deceyte wyll shewe
neyborhed nor love is none. etc.

The father wyll deceyve the chylde,
the chylde the father likewise agayne,
thus one another dothe begylde
By false deceyt, that now doth raigne:
neyborhed nor love is none. etc.

To speake somwhat of usurye,
the whiche the Lorde doth daily curse
yet some doo use it prively
to fyll their uncontented purse,
neyborhed nor love is none. etc.

To strive or speake, it is no boote,
In covetousnesse, there is no order
of mischiefe it is the very roote,
All thinges it spoyles, in every border:
neyborhed nor love is none. etc,

Our Preachers with gods word doth cry
on covetous men, that wyll not cesse,
their wordes are herde, with yeres so slye,
their filthy gaynes, they styll encresse:
neybourhed nor love is none. etc.

How many doth their rentes abate,
or nowadayes, their tenentes ease,
they set their rentes, at a new rate
Both fines and leasses, they daily rease,
Neybourhed nor love is none. etc.

Covetousnesse hathe now the way
wronge & briberye dothe not refrayne,
In every cost, pride bereth the sway,
Amonges the whole. now it doth raygne
Neybourhed nor love is none. etc.

What is the cause, neibourhed is gone,
which here hath reigned many a daye
I heare the poore men make great mone,
And sayth hit is, falne in decaye:
Neibourhed nor love is none, etc,

True dealyng dare not once appeare
Deceit hath put him out of place,
Everywhere both farre and nere,
He raigneth now in most mens face:
Neibourhed nor love is none. etc.

Graunt oh God, for thy mercyes sake
That neigbourhed, and dealyng trewe
May once agayne, our sprites awake,
That we our lyves may chaunge anew
that neybourhed and love alone
may come agayne to every one.


quod Jhon Barker.
Imprinted at London
by Richard Lant.

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