The welspoken nobody God that is all good and almyghtye ... Niemants hais ich, was jeder man tut, das zücht man mich. English Schan, Jörg. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A08264 of text S121819 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 18599). 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. 5 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 A08264 STC 18599 ESTC S121819 99856981 99856981 22638 2240894556

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A08264) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 22638) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 387:8) The welspoken nobody God that is all good and almyghtye ... Niemants hais ich, was jeder man tut, das zücht man mich. English Schan, Jörg. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : ill. (woodcut) Printed by S. Mierdman?, [London : ca. 1550] A translation of: Schan, Jörg. Niemants hais ich, was jeder man tut, das zücht man mich. Verse - "Many speke of Roben hoode that neuer shott in his bowe". Imprint from STC. In banderole of woodcut: Nobody·is·my·name·that·beyreth·euery·bodyes·blame. Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng eebo The welspoken nobody. God that is all good and almyghtye ... Schan, Jörg 1550 1 754 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. 2007-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-10 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-01 Sampled and proofread 2008-01 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The welspoken Nobody . God that is all good and almyghtye Hath shewed his power vpon me Nobodye , For whear my mouth with locke was sparred He hathe it burst and my speche restored , Wherfor I wyll syng prayse vnto his name Bicause I may speke withoute anye blame , And thoughe the pope with all his trayn Do me rebuke and against me sayen That as tofore I shuld nowe holde my peace Yet Gods honour to set furth I can not ceasse .

Nobody is my name that beyreth euery bodyes blame

☜ Many speke of Roben hoode that neuer shott in his bowe So many haue layed faultes to me , which I did neuer knowe , But nowe beholde here I am Whom all the worlde doeth diffame Long haue they also skorned me And locked my mouthe for speking free As many a Godly man they haue so serued Which vnto them Gods truth hath shewed Of such they haue burned and hanged some That vnto their ydolatrye wold not come The ladye truthe they haue locked in cage Sayeng that of her Nobodye had knowledge For asmuche nowe as they name Nobodye I thinke verilye they speke of me Wherfore to answere I nowe beginne The locke of my mouthe is opened with ginne Vurought by noman , but by Gods grace Vnto whom be prayse in euery place My Iourneyes I make both far and nere To seke whear people Gods iustice fear In that place wolde I make my habytation Trusting there to haue a continuall mansion In print tofore I did neuer appere Yet many coulde me not well bear But no maruell for the prouerbe sayeth All men can not abyde to here the truthe A companyon must he be with these good fellowes , As long as they wyll haue hym in theyr companyes , But sometyme they forget hym , vntyll he be Moulded or wormeaten , and than for heresye They do hym burne secretely as in the nyght The Iewes toke Christ , so these by theyr myght Followe the other , beyng sore afrayed , Lest these theyr prankes shuld be bewrayed . In the Dedication daye , than oute of the steple Do they hym hange to espye the people , And with a litle bell them for to warne , Because the prestes shuld catche no harme In studiyng Gods worde the flocke to fede . No thys is ynough , they haue no other sede To sowe , therfore they shall reap Wynde , as they sowed wynde a great heap . Wo be to me sayth Paule , yf I shuld not preache No sayth the Pope my ceremonyes teache . But what do they teache shew the meanynge ? Wel , Gods worde gyueth me smellyng That Paule and your opinyon contrary be , Shuld men leaue Paule , and followe the. On relyke Sondayes , than bryng you furth trompery Your relykes must be washen , that water saye yet , Is good for synne and sicknes of beast , Thus of Christes bloude make you a gest So is thy soule spiritually fedde , With Christes moost blessed bodye and bloude , Which forthy synnes was offered on the rode , With whiche oblacyon Gods wrathe is satisfyed Neuer hereafter to be Reoffered For with one oblacyon by hym self made , He hath made vs perfect , therfore be glad , For vnto perfection nothyng can be added Where be now suche , as masses haue sayed To be propiciatory God them forgeue , And conuert theyr hartes , whyles they do lyue That they loke for none other propiciation Than that which Christ made hym self alone , In remembraunce , wherof to confirme our faythe He bade vs receyue as the scripture sayeth . Thys holye communyon . No come and see Stare on it ( sayeth the Pope ) and ones a yere take Nay not so neyghbour take not , but gape . Thy fynger wold rot yf thou touche but the chalyce , O holye Paule , thou bade men be wyse , And ware of suche , as shuld admonysh From handlyng and touchyng , which thynges do perysh , Euen with th abuse thou sayest . Well Nowe seynge that all men begyn to smell All you that be prestes I Nobodye praye , To repent and be lerned , resist not I saye