Thay seuyd owte freshly, thay kepud none araye; Glad with the Kentyschmen thay were for to fraye. Thay were kyllid down, away thay myste not goo. Thus the wille of God is evermore doo. God wolde the erle Revers there shulde be; He purchesid grett love of the comyns that seasoun; Lovyngly the cetysens and hee Pursuyd thayre enmyes, it was but reason, And kyllid the peple for thayre false tresoun, Or the chase were do, cc. and moo. Thus in every thynge, Lorde, thy will be do. When the Kentyschmen herd of that fraye, Throw halkys and hegges resortid into Kent. O glorius God, what vexacioun was then To the quene and the lordis and other lades eke, To the mayre, and the comens, and the aldurmen ; Thay nedid no fere ne sorow to seke. Then aftur kynge Edwarde thay cryed and did wepe ; The lacke of his presence made the pepull woo. Thus the wille of God in every thynge is doo. O that nobill prynce and emperour flouere, The duke of Glocetter, that nobill prynce, Yonge of age and victorius in batayle, To the honoure of Ectour that he myzte comens, Grace hym folowith, fortune, and good spede. I suppose hes the same that clerkis of rede, Fortune hathe hym chosyn, and forthe wyth hym will goo, Her husbonde to be, the wille of God is soo. In the kynges forwarde the prynce did ride, The erle of Penbroke, the lorde chamberlayne be his side; Many other knyztes and yomen of the crowne; With tru[m]ppus and clarions thay rode to Londone. In the kynges forwarde were viij. m1 and moo. Thus in every thynge the wille of God is doo. The lorde chambirlayne, that gentill knyzte, Wiche rode afore the kynge to his honoure. He hathe deservid thancke amonge other paramour, In Dochelonde, in Englonde, in wele and in woo; He hath beddyn with his kynge, the wille of God is soo. Then the glorius prynce, victorius and ryalle, Fulle nobille and worshypfully with his honde. Wyth reverence and worshyp thay thanckyd hym also; He remembirde thayre trew hertes, God wolde soo. The duke of Claranse, that honorabill knyzte, Hym to beholde it was a goodly syzte, He is an excellent prynce certaynly. He thonckyd the cetisence of thayre fidelité Done to the kynge, it plesid hym soo. Thus in every thynge the wille of God is doo. Then to the gate the kynge did ride, His brethir and his lordis in ordre, a good sizte to see. iiij. m1 harnessid men the kynge did abide, And worshypfully resayvid hym into the cité. Throw the cité to Poulus thai did ride; He was resayvid with prosessioun solemply; His brether and his lordis knelyng hym beside, Thayre offeryng thay made devoutly, Lovyng and thonekyng God of his victory. His brether and his lordis said the same also. Thus in every thynge, Lorde, thy wille be doo. O quene Elizabeth, o blessid creature, O glorius God, what payne had sche? Here aftir, good lady, in youre felicité, Remembir olde trowblis and thynges paste, And thyncke that Cryste hym selfe is hee That is kynge of kynges, and ever shall laste. Knytt it in youre herte suerly and faste, And thyncke he hathe delyveryd you owte of woo; Hertly thoncke hym, hit plesith hym so to doo. And ever, good lady, for the love of Jhesu, And thes that wille othir maner maters device, Explicit the balet off the kynge. ON ENGLAND'S COMMERCIAL POLICY.1 Anglia, propter tuas naves et lanas, omnia regna te salutare deberent. Goo forth, lybell, and mekly schew thy face In appoysaylle and in cheryschyng the to avaunce. Ffor thow mayst expertly be provyd by prudence, Ffor ther ys no reme in no maner degree, This poem was written to enforce the same principles as those contained in the larger tract of an earlier date, the Libel of English Policy, of which it is partly a sort of abstract adapted to the time. It is taken from a manuscript in the British Museum, MS. Lansdowne, No. 796, fol. 2, vo, of about the reign of Edward IV., at which period it appears to have been composed Ther ys noothir pope, emperowre, nor kyng, Mete, drynk, and cloth, to every mannes sustynaunce, Ffor who so lackyth any of thyse iij. thynges, Yt may not stonde with theym in any prosperyté; Ffor who so lackythe any of thyse, he suffryd adversyté; Wilys this ys soth be yowre wyttes dyscerne, Of alle the remes in the worlde this beryth the lanterne. Ffor of everyche of thyse iij. by Goddes ordynaunce, And paynymys also we myzthe mak theym ful tame, Ffor the cause we take no hed we be mykylle to blame; For of alle the pepylle that be lyvyng on grounde Ffor thow thei have met, drynke, in every kyngges londe, Yet they lacke clothe, as y undyrstonde; And for to determyn that the trouthe ys soe, Ffor the marchauntes comme oure wollys for to bye, |