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THE BALLAD WHICH ANNE ASKEW MADE AND SANG WHEN SHE WAS IN NEWGATE, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Like as the armed knight
Last Line: Of their iniquitie.
Alternate Author Name(s): Askew, Anne; Kyme, Anne (Askew)
Variant Title(s): Balade Made And Sange Whan She Was In Newgate;the Fight Of Faith
Subject(s): Faith; Heresy; Belief; Creed; Heretics


Like as the armed Knighte,
Appointed to the fielde,
With this world wil I fight,
And faith shal be my shilde.
Faith is that weapon stronge,
Which wil not faile at nede;
My foes therefore amonge,
Therewith wil I procede.
As it is had in strengthe,
And forces of Christes waye,
It wil prevaile at lengthe,
Though all the devils saye naye.
Faithe of the fathers olde
Obtained right witness,
Which makes me verye bolde
To fear no worldes distress.
I now rejoice in harte,
And hope bides me do so;
For Christ wil take my part,
And ease me of my wo.
Thou sayst, Lord, whoso knocke,
To them wilt thou attende;
Undo, therefore, the locke
And thy stronge power sende.
More enemies now I have
Than heeres upon my head;
Let them not me deprave,
But fight thou in my steade.
On thee my care I cast,
For all their cruell spight;
I set not by their hast,
For thou art my delight.
I am not she that list
My anker to let fall
For every drislinge mist;
My shippe's substancial.
Not oft I use to wright
In prose, nor yet in ryme;
Yet wil I shewe one sight,
That I sawe in my time:
I sawe a royall throne,
Where Justice shulde have sitte
But in her steade was One
Of moods cruell witte.
Absorpt was rightwisness,
As my the raginge floude;
Sathan, in his excess,
Sucte up the guiltlesse bloude.
Then thought I, -- Jesus, Lorde,
When thou shalt judge us all,
Harde is it to recorde
On these men what will fall
Yet, Lorde, I thee desire,
For that they doe to me,
Let them not taste the hire
Of their iniquitie.




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