A balade declaryng how neybourhed lone [sic], and trew dealyng is gone Barker, John, ballad writer. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A04103 of text S115330 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 1419). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 6 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A04103 STC 1419 ESTC S115330 99850549 99850549 15759 2240863330

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A04103) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 15759) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 912:04) A balade declaryng how neybourhed lone [sic], and trew dealyng is gone Barker, John, ballad writer. 1 sheet ([1] p.) By Richard Lant, Imprinted at London : [1561] A ballad. Publication from STC. Verse - "Now straunge it is, to men of age". Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Ballads, English -- 16th century. eebo A balade declaryng how neybourhed lone [sic], and trew dealyng is gone. Barker, John, ballad writer 1561 1 911 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2006-03 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-03 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-05 Sampled and proofread 2006-05 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Balade declaryng how neybourhed loue , 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 neuer sene , in so bad case , Neibourhed nor loue 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 vniust Fayre in wordes , but false in deede : Neybourhed . nor loue is none True dealyng now is fled and gone . who can flatter , now best shall speede , who can deceyue , is gaynes well won Of deceytfull tongues , who can take hede Many a man , they haue vndone , Neibourhed , nor loue is none , &c , The wickednesse , that doth abounde , More then I can , with tongue expresse , To see vnfaithfull men are founde , of frendship there was neuer lesse : Neiborhed , nor loue is none . &c. On couetousnesse , most men desyre , Their neibours house , some doth procure . And ouer his hed , they wyll it hyre , Or bye a leace , to make it sure , Neiborhed , nor loue is none . &c. 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 loue is none . &c. This is vsed now euery where , And wyll be tyll we haue redresse , with them I thought , the Lorde dyd fere Because his worde they doo professe : neiborhed , nor loue is none . &c. 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 loue is none . &c. For matters small , some suffre wronge , Vpon displeasure , in prison cast , And there shall lye , without pitie long tyll that his goodes are spent and wast : neyborhed nor loue is none . &c , th ungodly riche , the poore opppresse . On them few haue compassion , Their cause is here , remedilesse without all consolacion : neyborhed nor loue is none . &c. ❧ If any membre be hurte in man , The whole body lamentes therfore : the poore opprest who cureth than Or helpes him for to salue his sore : neiborhed nor loue is none , &c , The percialnesse that now doth raigne with some that haue , suche cause in hande The riche men doth , the poore disdayne And sekes the meanes , to make them band neyborhed not loue is none , &c. 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 loue is none . &c. The father wyll deceyue the chylde , the chylde the father likewise agayne , thus one another dothe begylde By false deceyt , that now doth raigne : neyborhed nor loue is none . &c. To speake somwhat of vsurye , the whiche the Lorde doth daily curse yet some doo vse it priuely to fyll their vncontented purse , neyborhed nor loue is none . &c. To striue or speake , it is no boote , In couetousnesse , there is no order of mischiefe it is the very roote , All thinges it spoyles , in euery border : neyborhed nor loue is none . &c , Our Preachers with gods word doth cry on couetousmen , that wyll not cesse , their wordes are herde , with yeres so slye , their filthy gaynes , they styll encresse : neybourhed nor loue is none . &c. How many doth their rentes abate , or now a dayes , their tenentes ease , they set their rentes , at a new rate Both fines and leasses , they daily rease . Neybourhed nor loue is none . &c. Couetousnesse hathe now the way wronge & briberye dothe not refrayne , In euery cost , pride bereth the sway , Amonges the whole ▪ now it doth raygne Neybourhed nor loue is none . &c. 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 loue is none , &c , True dealyng dare not once appeare Deceit hath put him out of place , Euery where both farre and nere , He raigneth now in most mens face : Neibourhed nor loue is none . &c. Graunt oh God , for thy mercyes sake That neigbourhed , and dealyng trewe May once agayne , our sprites awake , That we our lyues may chaunge a new that neybourhed and loue alone may come agayne to euery one . qd. Ihon Barker .

Imprinted at London by Richard Lant .