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“And sen thow art a king, thow be discreit; Herb without vertew thow hald nocht of sic 1

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As herb of vertew and of odor sueit;
And lat no nettill, vyle and full of vyce,
Hir fallow 13 to the gudly flour-de-lyce;
Nor latt no wyld weid, full of churlicheness,
Compair hir till the lilleis nobilness;

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In bed at morrow,' sleiping as I lay,
Methocht ® Aurora, with hir cristall ene,
In at the window lukit, by the day,''
And halsit " me, with visage paill and grene;
On quhois hand a lark sang fro the splene,"
“Awalk, luvaris,' out of your slomering,
Se how the lusty morrow dois up-spring!”
Me thocht, fresche May befoir my bed up-stude,
In weid depaynt" of mony diverss hew,
Sobir, benyng, 15 and full of mansuetude, 16
In brycht" atteir of flouris forgit 18 new,
Hevinly of color, quhyt,“ reid, broun, and blew,
Balmit '' in dew, and gilt with Phebus bemys,
Quhill 20 all the houss illumynit of his lemys. 21
“Slugird,” scho said, “awalk annone 22 for schame,
And in my honour sum thing thow go wryt;
The lark hes done the mirry day proclame,
To raiss up luvaris with confort and delyt;
Yit nocht incressis thy curage to indyt,
Quhois hairt sum-tyme hes glaid and blisfull bene,
Sangis 24 to mak undir the levis grene."
“Quhairto," quod I, “sall I upryss at morrow,
For in this May few birdis herd I sing? 30
Thai haif 24 moir 29 causs to weip and plane thair

sorrow,
Thy air it is nocht holsum nor benyng."
Lord Eolus dois 27 in thy sessone
So busteous ar the blastis of his horne
Amang thy bewis, 31 to walk 32 I haif forborne."

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Than to the Ross scho turnit hir visage,
And said, “O lusty dochtir most benyng,
Aboif the lilly, illustare 18 of lynnage,
Fro the stok ryell "' rysing fresche and ying, 20

ony spot or macull 22 doing spring: Cum, blowme of joy, with jemis to be cround, For oure the laif ?4 thy bewty is renownd."

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16 if 17 pleasance 18 illustrious 19

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Thane all the birdis song with voce on hicht,'
Quhois mirthfull soun wes mervelus to heir;
The mavyss sang, “Haill, Ross, most riche and

richt,
That dois up-flureiss ? undir Phebus speir ! :
Haill, plant of yowth! haill, princes dochtir deir !
Haill, blosome breking out of the blud royall,
Quhois pretius vertew is imperiall!”

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And right anone La Bell Pucell me sent
Agaynst my weddyng of the saten fyne,
White as the mylke, a goodly garment
Braudred' with pearle that clearely dyd shine.
And so, the mariage for to determine,
Venus me brought to a royal chapell,
Whiche of fine golde was wrought everydell.

And after that the gay and glorious
La Bell Pucell to the chapell was leade
In a white vesture fayre and precious,
With a golden chaplet on her yelowe heade;
And Lex Ecclesie did me to her wedde.
After whiche weddyng then was a great feast;
Nothing we lacked, but had of the best.

What’ shoulde I tary by longe continuance
Of the fest ? for of my joy and pleasure

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Wisdome can judge, without variaunce,
That nought I lacked, as ye may be sure,
Paiyng the swete due dette of nature.
Thus with my lady, that was fayre and cleare,
In joy I lived full ryght, many a yere.

O lusty youth and yong tender hart,
The true companion of my lady bryght!
God let us never from other astart,"
But all in joye to live bothe daye and nyght.
Thus after sorowe joye arived aryght;
After my payne I had sport and playe;
Full litle thought I that it shoulde decaye,

Tyll that Dame Nature Naturyng* had made
All thinges to growe unto their fortitude;
And Nature Naturyng waxt retrograde,
By strength my youthe so far to exclude,
As was ever her olde consuetude
First to augment and then to abate,
This is the custome of her hye estate.

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STEPHEN HAWES (d. 1523)

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THE PASTIME OF PLEASURE

OF THE GREAT MARIAGE BETWENE GRAUNDE

AMOUR AND LABELL PUCELL

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FROM CAPIT. XXXIX

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Then Perceveraunce in all goodly haste Unto the stewarde called Liberalitie Gave warnyng for to make ready fast Agaynst this tyme of great solemnitie That on the morowe halowed shoulde be. She warned the cooke called Temperaunce And after that the ewres,o Observaunce,

THE EPITAPH OF GRAUNDE AMOUR

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FROM CAPIT. XLII

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With Pleasaunce, the panter," and dame

Curtesy,
The gentle butler, with the ladyes all.
Eche in her office was prepared shortly
Agaynst this feast so muche triumphall;
And La Bell Pucell then in speciall
Was up by time in the morowe graye;
Right so was I when I sawe the daye.

O erth! on erth it is a wonders case That thou art blynde and wyll not the ? know; Though upon erth thou hast thy dwelling place, Yet erth at last must nedes the ' overthrow. Thou thinkest thou do be no erth, I trow; For if thou diddest, thou woldest than 8 apply To forsake pleasure and to lerne to dye. 7

O erth, of erth why art thou so proud ? Now what thou art, call to remembraunce;

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Open thine eares unto my song aloude.
Is not thy beauté, strength, and puyssance,
Though becladde with cloth of pleasaunce,
Very erth and also wormes fode,
When erth to erth shall turne to the blode?

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And erth, with erth why art thou so wroth? Remembre the that it vayleth right nought; For thou mayst thinke, of a perfyte trothe, If with the erth thou hast a quarell sought, Amyddes the erth there is a place ywrought, Whan erth to erth is torned properly, The' for thy synne to perrysh wonderly.

And erth, for erth why hast thou envy? And the erth upon erth to be more prosperous Than thou thyselfe, fretting the inwardly? It is a sinne right foul and vicious And unto God also full odious. Thou thinkest, I trow, there is no punishment Ordeyned for sinne by egall judgement.

O mortall folke, you may beholde and se
Howe I lye here, sometime a myghty knyght!
The end of joye and all prosperite
Is deth at last, thorough his course and

myght!
After the day there cometh the derke night;
For though the day be never so longe,
At last the belles ringeth to even-songe!

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Toward heven to folow on the way
Thou arte full slow, and thinkest nothing
That thy nature doth full sore decaye
And deth right fast is to the comyng.
God graunte the mercy, but no time enlongyng."
Whan thou hast time, take tyme and space;
Whan time is past, lost is the tyme of grace. 35

And whan erth to erth is nexte to reverte
And nature low in the last age,
Of erthly treasure erth doth sette his herte
Insaciately upon covetyse to rage;
He thynketh not his lyfe shall asswage;?
His good is his God, with his great ryches;
He thinketh not for to leve it doutles. 8

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The pomped clerkes, with foles deliciqus, 10 Erth often fedeth with corrupt glotony, And nothing* with werkes vertuous; The soule doth fede ryght well ententifly," But without mesure full inordinatly The body lyveth and wyll not remember Howe erth to erth must his strength surrender. 49

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JOHN SKELTON (14602-1529)

And prytely he wold pant
Whan he saw an ant;

Lord, how he wolde pry
FROM A DIRGE FOR PHYLLIP

After the butterfly!
SPAROWE

Lorde, how he wolde hop

After the gressop!
Do mi nus,

And whan I sayd, “Phyp! Phyp!"
Helpe nowe, swete Jesus !

Than he wold lepe and skyp,
Levavi oculos meos in montes : ?

And take me by the lyp.

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Alas, it wyll me slo,
Or Socrates the wyse,

That Phillyp is gone me fro!
To shew me their devyse,
Moderatly to take

But my sparowe dyd pas :
This sorrow that I make

All the sparows of the wode
For Phyllip Sparowes sake

That were syns Noes flode;
So fervently I shake,

Was never none so good;
I fele my body quake;

Kynge Phylyp of Macedony

270 So urgently I am brought

Had no such Phylyp as I,
Into carefull thought.

No, no, syr, hardely."
Like Andromach, Hectors wyfe,

That vengeaunce I aske and crye,
Was wery of her lyfe,

By way of exclamacyon,
Whan she had lost her joye,

On all the hole nacyon
Noble Hector of Troye;

Of cattes wylde and tame;
In lyke manner also

God send them sorowe and shame!
Encreaseth my dedly wo,

The cat specyally
For my sparowe

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go.

That slew so cruelly
It was so prety a fole,"

My lytell pretty sparowe

280 It wold syt on a stole,

That I brought up at Carowe.
And lerned after my scole

O cat of carlyshe kynde,
For to kepe his cut,*

The fynde was in thy mynde
With, “ Phyllyp, kepe your cut!”

Whan thou my byrde untwynde !
It had

I wold thou haddest ben blynde !
And wold syt upon my lap,

The leopardes savage,
And seke after small wormes,

The lyons in theyr rage,
And somtyme white-bred crommes;

Myght? catche the in theyr pawes,
And many tymes and ofte

And gnawe the in theyr jawes !
Betwene my brestes softe

The serpentes of Lybany

290 It wolde lye and rest;

Myght stynge the venymously!
It was propre and prest."

The dragones with their tonges
Somtyme he wolde gaspe

Might poyson thy lyver and longes !
Whan he sawe a waspe;

The mantycors 8 of the mountaynes A fly or a gnat,

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Myght fede them on thy braynes !
He wolde flye at that;

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FROM WHY COME YE NOT TO

COURT?

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Ones yet agayne
Of
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I wolde frayne,
Why come ye nat to court?
To whyche court?
To the kynges courte,

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Or to Hampton Court ?
Nay, to the kynges court!
The kynges courte
Shulde have the excellence;
But Hampton Court
Hath the

preemynence,
And Yorkes Place,
With my lordes grace,
To whose magnifycence
Is all the conflewence,
Sutys and supplycacyons,
Embassades of all nacyons.
Strawe for lawe canon!
Or for the lawe common !
Or for lawe cyvyll !
It shall be as he wyll:
Stop at law tancrete,?
An obstract ' or a concrete;
Be it soure, be it swete,
His wysdome is so dyscrete,

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That in a fume or an hete,
Wardeyn of the Flete,
Set hym fast by the fete!
And of his royall powre
Whan him lyst to lowre,
Than, have him to the Towre,
Saunz aulter remedy,
Have hym forthe by and by
To the Marshalsy,
Or to the Kynges Benche !

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He dyggeth so in the trenche
Of the court royall,
That he ruleth them all.
So he dothe undermynde,
And suche sleyghtes dothe fynde,
That the kynges mynde
By hym is subverted,
And so streatly coarted
In credensynge his tales,
That all is but nutshales ?

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That any other sayth;
He hath in him suche fayth.

Now, yet all this myght be
Suffred and taken in gre, 8
If that that he wrought

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But all he bringeth to nought,
By God, that me dere bought !
He bereth the kyng on hand,
That he must pyll? his lande,

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To make his cofers ryche;
But he laythe all in the dyche,
And useth suche abusyoun,
That in the conclusyoun
All commeth to confusyon.
Perceyve the cause why!
To tell the trouth playnly,
He is so ambicyous,
So shamles, and so vicyous,
And so supersticyous,

460 And so moche oblivyous From whens that he came, That he falleth into a caeciam, Whiche, truly to expresse, Is a forgetfulnesse, Or wylfull blyndnesse, Wherwith the Sodomites Lost theyr inward syghtes, The Gommoryans also Were brought to deedly wo,

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As Scrypture recordis.
A caecitate cordis,
In the Latyne synge we,
Libera nos, Domine 15

But this madde Amalecke,
Lyke to a Mamelek,
He regardeth lordes
No more than potshordes;
He is in suche elacyon
Of his exaltacyon,
And the supportacyon
Of our soverayne lorde,
That, God to recorde,?
He ruleth all at wyll,
Without reason or skyll:
How be it the primordyall
Of his wretched originall,
And his base progeny,
And his gresy genealogy,
He came of the sank royall &

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