1. The Balade whych Anne Askewe made and sange when she was in Newgate
Lyke as the armed knyght
Appoynted to the fielde,
With thys world wyll I fyght,
And fayth shall be my shielde.
Faythe is that weapon stronge
Whych wyll not fayle at nede;
My foes therfor amonge
Therwith wyll I procede.
As it is had in strengthe