EPITOMA, &c.

he setteth neuer a dealeBy his former othe]

he setteth neuer a deale

By his former othe]

i. e. he values not a bit, regards not a bit, his former oath.

v. 1130.pretens] i. e. pretension, claim.

v. 1131.equipolens] i. e. equality of power.

v. 1137.pore] i. e. poor.

Page 62.v. 1151.

That wyll hed vs and hange vs,...And he may fange vs]

That wyll hed vs and hange vs,

...

And he may fange vs]

—fange, i. e. catch, lay hold of. Compare Sir D. Lyndsay’sSatyre of the Three Estaitis, Part ii.;

“Sum sayis ane king is cum amang us,That purposisto hede and hang us:Thare is na grace,gif he may fang us,But on an pin.”Works, ii. 81. ed. Chalmers.

“Sum sayis ane king is cum amang us,That purposisto hede and hang us:Thare is na grace,gif he may fang us,But on an pin.”

“Sum sayis ane king is cum amang us,

That purposisto hede and hang us:

Thare is na grace,gif he may fang us,

But on an pin.”

Works, ii. 81. ed. Chalmers.

Page 62.v. 1163.Naman Sirus] i. e. Naaman the Syrian.

“AndNaaman Syrusthu pourgedest of a leprye.”Bale’sPromyses of God, &c. 1538. sig. E i.

“AndNaaman Syrusthu pourgedest of a leprye.”

Bale’sPromyses of God, &c. 1538. sig. E i.

v. 1167.pocky] So Roy in his satire against Wolsey,Rede me, and be nott wrothe, &c.;

“He had the pockes, without fayle,Wherfore people on hym did rayleWith many obprobrious mockes.”Harl. Miscell.ix. 32. ed. Park.

“He had the pockes, without fayle,Wherfore people on hym did rayleWith many obprobrious mockes.”

“He had the pockes, without fayle,

Wherfore people on hym did rayle

With many obprobrious mockes.”

Harl. Miscell.ix. 32. ed. Park.

This was one of the charges afterwards brought against Wolsey in parliament.

Page 63.v. 1178.ouerthwart] i. e. cross, perverse.

v. 1181.Balthasor] “Balthasar de Guercis was Chirurgeon to Queen Catharine of Arragon, and received letters of naturalization, dated 16 March, 13 Hen. 8. [1521-2]. See Rymer’sCollect. ined.MS. Add. Brit. Mus. 4621. 10.” Sir F. Madden’s additional note onPrivy Purse Expenses of the Princess Mary, p. 281. He is mentioned in the following letter (now for the first time printed) from Wolsey’s physician, Dr. Augustine (Augustinus de Augustinis, a Venetian), to Cromwell, requiring medical assistance for the Cardinal: “Honᵈᵒ Mr Crumweƚƚ, dopo le debite raccomadatione, ui mādo el prȩsente messo a posta, qual è un mio seruitore, per pregarui si da ꝑte de Monsʳ Rᵐᵒ si da parte mia instantemēte cħ ad ogni modo uogliati operar cħ mᵒ buths [Dr. Butts] & mᵒ Walter [Cromer] siano qui auāti nocte, se nō ambidoi almeno uno de loro, & l’altro potra uenir dimane, ꝑcħ res multū urget; prudēti & amico pauca. Item uorria uolontieri parlasti a mᵒ Balthasar, cħ trouasse o facesse trouare (se ꝑho in Londra nō ce ne fusse) di bona sorte di sanguisuge seu hyrudine, accio bisognādo per Monsʳ Rᵐᵒ antedetto fusseno preste & preparate, i. famelice etc & se ꝑ caso mᵒ Balthasar nō potesse o nō uolesse trouare ditte sanguisuge, & qui uenir ad administrarle (se bisognera) ui piaccia parlar a mᵒ Nicolas genero de mᵒ Marcellus, alquale ho fatto ne li tempi passati administrarle, si cħ cū l’uno o l’altro fati le cose siano in ordine, accio poi nō si perda tempo: q̃a periculū est in mora. Aspetto ur̃a risposta per el pñte almeno ininglese ma uoi medemo dimane Monsʳ Rᵐᵒ ad ogni modo ui aspetta. ditte prȩterea a li prȩfati doctori cħ portino seco qualche electó uomitiuo de piu sorte cioe debile, mediocre, & forte, accio, bisognādo, se ueggia el meglio, et nō si p̃di tempo in mādar a Londra. per el mio seruitore etiā o uero p̃ un de prȩfati doctori mādati la manna da bonuisi o da qualcħ un’ altro doue meglio se atrovera. Xp̃o da mal ui guardi. in Asher. 1529. ad. 19. gennaio. mādati etiā qualche granati & arācij

a ūri cōmādi Aug.ᵒ augⁱ.”

MS. Cott. Tit.B i. fol. 365.

Page 63.v. 1182.wheled] i. e. whealed, wealed, or waled.

v. 1185.It was nat heled alderbest]—alderbest, i. e. best of all,—thoroughly.

v. 1187.Domyngo Lomelyn, &c.] InThe Privy Purse Expenses of King Henry the Eighthare several entries, relating to payments of money won by this Lombard from the King at cards and dice, amounting, in less than three years, to above 620l.: see pp. 17, 32, 33, 37, 190, 204, 205, 267, 270 of that work, edited by Sir H. Nicolas, who observes (p. 316) that Domingo “was, like Palmer and others, one of Henry’s ‘diverting vagabonds,’ and seems to have accompanied His Majesty wherever he went, for we find that he was with him at Calais in October, 1532.”

v. 1192.puskylde pocky pose]—puskylde, i. e. pustuled:pose, i. e. defluxion.

v. 1197.neder] i. e. nether, lower.

v. 1201.toke ... warke] i. e. took ... work.

Page 64.v. 1209.To wryght of this glorious gest, &c.] If the text be right,gestmust mean—guest: so inMagnyfycence; “thou art a fondegest.” v. 1109. vol. i. 261. But perhaps the true reading of the passage is,

“To wryght this glorious gestOf this vayne gloryous best,”

“To wryght this glorious gest

Of this vayne gloryous best,”

in which case,gestwould signify—story: see note, p. 177. v. 622.

v. 1210.best] i. e. beast.

v. 1213.Quia difficile est, &c.] From Juvenal,Sat.i. 30.

v. 1221.ouerse] i. e. overlook.

v. 1224.Omne animi vitium, &c.] From Juvenal,Sat.viii. 140.

v. 1226.defaute] i. e. default, defect.

v. 1227.a great astate] i. e. a person of great estate, or rank.

v. 1233.fonde] i. e. foolish.

v. 1234.can] i. e. know.

v. 1235.conuenyent] i. e. fitting.

Page 64.v. 1238.sadnesse] See note, p. 259. v. 1382.

Page 65.v. 1239.lack] i. e. fault, blame.

v. 1246.it shall nat skyl] See note, p. 262. v. 1615.

v. 1247.byl] i. e. writing.

v. 1248.daucock] See note, p. 113. v. 301.

——Polyphemo] In allusion to what Skelton has before said,—that the cardinal had the use of only one eye.

v. 2.Pandulphum] So he terms Wolsey, because Pandulph was legate from the Pope in the time of King John.

Page 66.v. 27.Mauri] i. e. Terentianus Maurus.

v. 1.maris lupus] A wretched play on words,—sea-wolf—wolf-sea—Wolsey.

v. 8.mulus] See note, p. 350. v. 510.

Page 68.——tratlande] i. e. prattling, idle-talking.

John duke of Albany (son of Alexander duke of Albany, the brother of James the Third) was regent of Scotland during the minority of James the Fifth; and this poem relates to his invasion of the borders in 1523; an expedition, which, according to Pinkerton, “in its commencement only displays the regent’s imprudence, and in its termination his total deficiency in military talents, and even in common valour.”Hist. of Scot., ii. 230. Mr. Tytler, however, views the character and conduct of Albany in a very different light; and his account of the expedition (Hist. of Scot., v. 166 sqq.) may be thus abridged. Albany’s army amounted in effective numbers to about forty thousand men, not including a large body of camp-followers. With this force,—his march impeded by heavy roads, the nobles corrupted by the gold and intrigues of England, they and their soldiers jealous of the foreign auxiliaries, and symptoms of disorganisation early appearing,—the regent advanced as far as Melrose. Having vainly endeavoured to persuade his discontented army to cross the Tweed, he encamped on its left bank, and laid siege to Wark Castle with his foreign troops and artillery. There the Frenchmen manifested their wonted courage; but the assaultingparty, receiving no assistance from the Scots, and fearing that the river flooded by rain and snow would cut off their retreat, were obliged to raise the siege, and join the main body. The Earl of Surrey (see notes, p. 317. v. 769. p. 354. v. 150), who had in the mean while concentrated his troops, hearing of the attack on Wark Castle, now advanced against the enemy. At the news of his approach, the Scottish nobles being fixed in their resolution not to risk a battle, Albany retreated to Eccles, (a monastery six miles distant from Wark,) with his foreign auxiliaries and artillery; and the rest of his forces dispersed, rather with flight than retreat, amidst a tempest of snow. From Eccles Albany retired to Edinburgh, and, soon after, finally withdrew to France. His army had been assembled on the Burrow-Muir near Edinburgh towards the end of October; and its dispersion took place at the commencement of the following month.

Page 68.v. 19.Huntley banke] See note, p. 221. v. 149.

v. 20.Lowdyan] See note, p. 217. v. 59.

v. 21.Locryan] See note, p. 217. v. 61.

v. 22.the ragged ray]—rayseems here to be merely—array; but Skelton in hisReplycacion, &c., has,

“yedawnsall in a suteThe heritykesragged ray.”v. 168. vol. i. 214:

“yedawnsall in a suteThe heritykesragged ray.”

“yedawnsall in a sute

The heritykesragged ray.”

v. 168. vol. i. 214:

and see note, p. 194. v. 170.

v. 24.Dunbar, Dunde] See note, p. 219. v. 121.

Page 69.v. 37.With, hey, dogge, hay] This line has occurred before, inElynour Rummyng, v. 168. vol. i. 100.

v. 38.For Sir William Lyle, &c.] “And the seid mondaye at iij a clok at aftir none, the water of Twede being soo high that it could not be riden, the Duke sente ouer ij mˡ Frenchemen in bootis [boats] to gif assaulte to the place, who with force entred the bas courte, and by Sir William Lizle captain of the castell with c with hym were right manfully defended by the space of one houre and an half withoute suffring theym tentre the inner warde; but fynally the seid Frenchemen entred the inner warde, whiche perceiued by the seid Sir William and his company frely set vpon theym, and not onely drove theym oute of the inner warde, but alsoo oute of the vttir warde, and slewe of the seid Frenchemen x personys. And so the seid Frenchemen wente ouer the water,” &c. Letter from Surrey to Henry the Eighth,—MS. Cott. Calig. B.vi. fol. 304. Mr. Tytler says that the assaulting party left “three hundred slain, of which the greater number were Frenchmen.”Hist. of Scot., v. 169.

v. 45.lacke] i. e. blame, reproach.

Page 69.v. 52.reculed] i. e. recoiled, retreated.

v. 55.That my lorde amrell, &c.]—amrell, i. e. admiral,—Surrey.

Page 70.v. 63.With sainct Cutberdes banner] An earlier passage of the letter just cited is as follows. “At whiche tyme I being at Holy Island, vij myles from Berwike, was aduertised of the same [Albany’s attack on Wark Castle] at v a clok at night the seid sondaye; and incontynente sente lettres to my lord cardynallis company, my lord of Northumbreland, my lord of Westmereland at Sainte Cutbertes baner lying at Anwike and thereaboutes, and in likewise to my lord Dacre and other lordes and gentilmen lying abrode in the contre too mete me at Barmer woode v myles from Werk on mondaye, whoo soo dede.”

v. 68.crake] i. e. vaunt.

v. 73.ascry] i. e. call out against, raise a shout against—assail; see notes, p. 145. v. 903. p. 152. v. 1358, &c.

v. 78.stoutty] i. e. stout.

v. 91.But ye meane a thyng, &c.] That Albany aimed at the destruction of James v. was a popular rumour, but, according to Mr. Tytler, entirely without foundation.

Page 71.v. 101.cast] i. e. contrivance, stratagem.

v. 110.beyght] i. e., perhaps, (not bait, but) noose.Beight, bight, orbought, is any thing bent, folded: in Markham’sMasterpiece(as Stevenson observes, Additions to Boucher’sGloss.in v.) it is used both to express a noose formed of a rope, and the bent or arched part of a horse’s neck. In HormanniVulgariawe find “Boughtes.... Chartæ complicatæ.” Sig. Q iii. ed. 1530.

v. 115.recrayd] i. e. recreant.

v. 120.puaunt] i. e. stinking.

v. 126.Vnhaply vred] See note, p. 232. v. 95.

v. 128.discured] i. e. discovered.

Page 72.v. 132.echone] i. e. each one.

v. 135.flery] i. e. fleer.

v. 146.Mell nat] i. e. Meddle not.

v. 152.byrne] i. e. burn.

v. 155.at ylke mannes hecke] i. e. at each man’s hatch, door.

v. 156.fynde] i. e. fiend.

v. 159.shake thy dogge, hay] See note, p. 226. v. 28.

v. 161.

We set nat a flyeBy, &c.]

We set nat a flye

By, &c.]

i. e. We value not at a fly, care not a fly for.

v. 163.prane] i. e. prawn.

Page 72.v. 164.dronken drane] See note, p. 222. v. 172.

Page 73.v. 165.We set nat a myght] So Chaucer;

“I noldesettenat his sorowa mite.”Troilus and Creseide, B iii.—Workes, fol. 161. ed. 1602.

“I noldesettenat his sorowa mite.”

Troilus and Creseide, B iii.—Workes, fol. 161. ed. 1602.

v. 167.proude palyarde] See note, p. 348. v. 427.

v. 168.skyrgaliarde] See note, p. 218. v. 101.

v. 171.coystrowne] See note on title of poem, p. 92.

v. 172.dagswayne] See note, p. 270. v. 2195. I know not if the word was ever used as a term of reproach by any writer except Skelton.

v. 182.mell] i. e. meddle.

v. 189.

Right inconuenyentlyYe rage and ye raue,And your worshyp depraue]

Right inconuenyently

Ye rage and ye raue,

And your worshyp depraue]

—inconuenyently, i. e. unsuitably, unbecomingly:your worshyp depraue, i. e. debase, degrade, lower your dignity. “I am also aduertised that he [Albany] is so passionate that and he bee aparte amongis his familiers and doth here any thing contrarius to his myende and pleasure, his accustumed maner is too take his bonet sodenly of his hed and to throwe it in the fire, and no man dare take it oute but let it to bee brent. My lord Dacre doth affirme that at his last being in Scotland he ded borne aboue a dosyn bonettes aftir that maner.” Letter from Lord Surrey to Wolsey,—MS. Cott., Calig. Bvi. fol. 316.

v. 192.Duke Hamylcar] }

v. 195.Duke Hasdruball] }

—Duke, i. e. leader, lord. So Lydgate;

“Dukewhylom of CartageCalledAmylchar.”Fall of Prynces, B. v. leaf cxxvi. ed. Wayland.

“Dukewhylom of CartageCalledAmylchar.”

“Dukewhylom of Cartage

CalledAmylchar.”

Fall of Prynces, B. v. leaf cxxvi. ed. Wayland.

“Duke Hasdrubal, whome bokes magnify.”Ibid.B. ii. leaf xlv.

“Duke Hasdrubal, whome bokes magnify.”

Ibid.B. ii. leaf xlv.

v. 198.condicions] See note, p. 183. v. 12.

Page 74.v. 209.Howe ye wyll beres bynde]—beres, i. e. bears. Compare;

“With mede men maybynde berys.”Coventry Mysteries,—MS. Cott. Vesp. D viii.fol. 195.

“With mede men maybynde berys.”

Coventry Mysteries,—MS. Cott. Vesp. D viii.fol. 195.

“Som man is strongberys for to bynde.”Lydgate’s versesAgainst Self-love, &c.—MS. Harl.2255. fol. 10.

“Som man is strongberys for to bynde.”

Lydgate’s versesAgainst Self-love, &c.—MS. Harl.2255. fol. 10.

“That with the strenth of my handBeres may bynd.”The Droichis Part of the Play, attributed to Dunbar,—Poems, ii. 37. ed. Laing.

“That with the strenth of my handBeres may bynd.”

“That with the strenth of my hand

Beres may bynd.”

The Droichis Part of the Play, attributed to Dunbar,—Poems, ii. 37. ed. Laing.

“Makynge the people to beleve he couldebynde bears.”Bale’sKynge Johan, p. 72. ed. Camd.

“Makynge the people to beleve he couldebynde bears.”

Bale’sKynge Johan, p. 72. ed. Camd.

Page 74.v. 210.the deuill downe dynge] See note, p. 270. v. 2210.

v. 227.entrusar] i. e. intruder.

“But anintrusour, one called Julyan.”Lydgate’sFall of Prynces, B. viii. leaf ii. ed. Wayland.

“But anintrusour, one called Julyan.”

Lydgate’sFall of Prynces, B. viii. leaf ii. ed. Wayland.

v. 230.to] i. e. too.

Page 75.v. 237.lorde amrell] i. e. lord admiral (Surrey).

v. 240.marciall shoure] See note, p. 219. v. 133.

v. 243.derayne] i. e. contest.

v. 248.keteryng] See note, p. 218. v. 83.

v. 250.hert] i. e. heart.

v. 251.The fynde of hell mot sterue the] i. e. May the fiend of hell cause thee to die, destroy thee. (Tosteruein our old writers is common in the sense of—die, perish.)

v. 255.Caried in a cage, &c.] In no historian can I find any allusion to the strange vehicle here mentioned.

v. 257.mawment] See note, p. 188. v. 170.

Page 76.v. 268.warke] i. e. work.

v. 270.

Therin, lyke a royle,Sir Dunkan, ye dared]

Therin, lyke a royle,

Sir Dunkan, ye dared]

Compare;

“By your reuellous riding on eueryroyle,Welny euery day a new mare or a moyle.”Heywood’sDialogue, &c. sig. H 4,—Workes, ed. 1598.

“By your reuellous riding on eueryroyle,Welny euery day a new mare or a moyle.”

“By your reuellous riding on eueryroyle,

Welny euery day a new mare or a moyle.”

Heywood’sDialogue, &c. sig. H 4,—Workes, ed. 1598.

“Nulla in tam, magno est corpore mica salis, There is not one crum or droppe of good fashion in al that greatroylsbodye. For Catullus ther speaketh of a certaine mayden that was called Quintia,” &c. Udall’sFlowers, or Eloquent Phrases of the Latine speach, &c. sig. G 5. ed. 1581. Grose gives “Roilorroyle, a big ungainly slamakin, a great awkward blowze or hoyden.”Prov. Gloss.:—Sir Dunkanis a Scottish name used here at random by Skelton, as he elsewhere uses other Scottish names, see note, p. 219. v. 121:dared, see note, p. 258. v. 1358; and compare; “Darenor preuyly ben hyd. Latito.”Prompt. Parv.ed. 1499.

“Vnder freshe floures sote and fayre to se,The serpentdarethwith his couert poyson.”Lydgate’sFall of Prynces, B. iv. leaf cvii. ed. Wayland.

“Vnder freshe floures sote and fayre to se,The serpentdarethwith his couert poyson.”

“Vnder freshe floures sote and fayre to se,

The serpentdarethwith his couert poyson.”

Lydgate’sFall of Prynces, B. iv. leaf cvii. ed. Wayland.

“the snayl goth lowe doun,Darythin his shelle.”Poem by Lydgate (entitled in the Catalogue,Advices for people to keep a guard over their tongues),—MS. Harl.2255. fol. 133.

“the snayl goth lowe doun,Darythin his shelle.”

“the snayl goth lowe doun,

Darythin his shelle.”

Poem by Lydgate (entitled in the Catalogue,Advices for people to keep a guard over their tongues),—MS. Harl.2255. fol. 133.

Page 76.v. 274.sely] i. e. silly, simple, harmless.

v. 282.It made no great fors] i. e. It was no great matter, it mattered not greatly.

v. 285.a gon stone] See note, p. 314. v. 629.

v. 287.sir Topias] See note, p. 180. v. 40.

v. 288.Bas] TheBassis an island, or rather rock, of immense height in the Firth of Forth, about a mile distant from the south shore.

v. 290.[l]as] I may just notice, in support of this reading, that “a lustylasse” occurs in our author’sMagnyfycence, v. 1577. vol. i. 276.

v. 292.I shrewe] i. e. I beshrew, curse.

——lugges] i. e. ears.

v. 293.munpynnys] Compare;

“Syrs, let us cryb furst for oone thyng or oder,That thise wordes be purst, and let us go foderOurmompyns.”Prima Pastorum,—Towneley Mysteries, p. 89

“Syrs, let us cryb furst for oone thyng or oder,That thise wordes be purst, and let us go foderOurmompyns.”

“Syrs, let us cryb furst for oone thyng or oder,

That thise wordes be purst, and let us go foder

Ourmompyns.”

Prima Pastorum,—Towneley Mysteries, p. 89

(a passage which the writer of theGloss.altogether misunderstands), and;

“Thymone pynnesbene lyche olde yuory,Here are stumpes feble and her are none,” &c.Lydgate,The prohemy of a mariage, &c.—MS. Harl.372. fol. 45.

“Thymone pynnesbene lyche olde yuory,Here are stumpes feble and her are none,” &c.

“Thymone pynnesbene lyche olde yuory,

Here are stumpes feble and her are none,” &c.

Lydgate,The prohemy of a mariage, &c.—MS. Harl.372. fol. 45.

Munpynnysis, I apprehend, mouth-pins, teeth. Ray gives “TheMunne, the Mouth.”Coll. of Engl. Words, &c.—Preface, p. x. ed. 1768: and Jamieson has “Munds. The mouth.”—“Muns.The hollow behind the jaw-bone.”Et. Dict. of Scot. Lang.andSuppl.

——crag] i. e. neck, throat.

v. 295.hag] See note, p. 99. v. 19.

v. 296.sir Wrig wrag] }

v. 297.sir Dalyrag] }

See note, p. 189. v. 186.

Page 77.v. 298.mellyng] i. e. meddling.

v. 301.huddypeke] See note, p. 255. v. 1176.

v. 303.a farly freke] i. e. a strange fellow: see notes, p. 109. v. 187; p. 178. v. 15.

v. 304.an horne keke] A term which I am unable to explain.

v. 308.swerde] i. e. sword.

v. 309.the Lyon White] See note, p. 220. v. 135.

v. 316.render the] i. e. consign thee.

v. 317.the flingande fende] i. e. the flinging fiend. So in Ingelend’sDisobedient Child, n. d.;

“The flyings and[sic]fiendego with my wyfe.”Sig. F ii.

“The flyings and[sic]fiendego with my wyfe.”

Sig. F ii.

Northern readers at least need not be informed that toflingmeans—to throw out the legs;

“Sumtyme, in dansing, feirelie Iflang.”Sir D. Lyndsay’sEpistillbefore hisDreme,—Workes, i. 187. ed. Chalmers.

“Sumtyme, in dansing, feirelie Iflang.”

Sir D. Lyndsay’sEpistillbefore hisDreme,—Workes, i. 187. ed. Chalmers.

v. 319.borde] i. e. jest.

v. 322.parbrake] i. e. vomit.

v. 323.auauns] i. e. vaunts. “The bragingavauntsof the Spaniards be so accalmed,” &c.Letter of Wolsey,—Burnet’sHist. of the Reform., iii. P. ii. 9. ed. 1816.

v. 324.wordes enbosed] i. e. swollen, big words.

v. 329.lewde] i. e. evil, vile.

v. 330.Sir Dunkan] See note on v. 270. p. 379.

——in the deuill waye] See note, p. 287. v. 672.

Page 78.v. 336.lurdayne] See note, p. 242. v. 423.

v. 341.varry] i. e. fall at variance, contend.

v. 344.stownde] i. e. moment.

v. 348.ryn] i. e. run.

v. 352.loke] i. e. look.

v. 353.defoyle] i. e. defile.

v. 360.wele] i. e. well.

v. 366.bace] i. e. low.

Page 79.v. 375.cordylar] i. e. cordelier,—a Franciscan friar, whose cincture is acord.

v. 377.to] i. e. too.

v. 380.daucockes] i. e. simpletons: see note, p. 113. v. 301.

v. 381.reme] i. e. realm.

v. 382.Ge heme] Scottice for—Go home (as before inWhy come ye nat to Courte, v. 123. vol. ii. 30).

v. 383.fonde] i. e. foolish.

Page 79.v. 386.mate you with chekmate] In allusion to the king’s being put incheckat the game of chess. And see note, p. 355. v. 158.

v. 389.pype in a quibyble] The wordquibyble, as far as I am aware, occurs only in Skelton. Chaucer has a well-known passage,

“And playen songes on a small ribible;Therto he song somtime a loudquinible.”

“And playen songes on a small ribible;

Therto he song somtime a loudquinible.”

The Milleres Tale, v. 3331, where Tyrwhitt (apparently against the context) supposesquinibleto be an instrument: and I may notice that Forby gives “Whybibble, a whimsy; idle fancy; silly scruple, &c.”Voc. of East Anglia.

v. 398.faytes] i. e. facts, doings.

v. 399.me dresse] i. e. address, apply myself.

Page 80.v. 406.auaunce] i. e. advance.

v. 410.nobles] i. e. noblesse, nobleness.

v. 417.rechelesse] i. e. reckless.

v. 418.a lunatyke ouerage] See note, p. 352. v. 39.

v. 420.ennewde] See note, p. 144. v. 775.

v. 431.Lyke vnto Hercules] Barclay goes still farther in a compliment to the same monarch;

“He passeth Herculesin manhode and courage.”The Ship of Fooles, fol. 205. ed. 1570.

“He passeth Herculesin manhode and courage.”

The Ship of Fooles, fol. 205. ed. 1570.

v. 436.foy] i. e. faith.

Page 81.v. 439.Scipiades] i. e. Scipio.

v. 442.Duke Iosue]—Duke, i. e. leader, lord. So Hawes;

“And in lyke wyseduke Iosuethe gente,” &c.The Pastime of Pleasure, sig. c ii. ed. 1555.

“And in lyke wyseduke Iosuethe gente,” &c.

The Pastime of Pleasure, sig. c ii. ed. 1555.

v. 448.animosite] i. e. bravery.

v. 457.to] i. e. too.

v. 459.losels] i. e. good-for-nothing fellows, scoundrels.

v. 461.astate] i. e. estate, high dignity.

v. 468.domage] i. e. damage.

v. 470.rydes or goos] See note, p. 125. v. 186.

Page 82.v. 475.a knappishe sorte] “Knappish.Proterve, pervers, fascheux.” Cotgrave’sDict.“Knappish. Tart, testy, snappish.” Jamieson’sEt. Dict. of Scot. Lang.:sorte, i. e. set.

v. 477.enbosed iawes] See note, p. 301. v. 24.

v. 478.dawes] i. e. simpletons: see note, p. 113. v. 301.

v. 479.fende] i. e. fiend.

v. 487.hart blode] i. e. heart-blood.

v. 488.gode] i. e. good,—goods.

v. 494.faytour] See note, p. 195. v. 2.

Page 82.v. 495.recrayed] i. e. recreant.

v. 500.rede ... loke] i. e. advise ... look.

Page 83.v. 506.Sainct George to borowe] i. e. St. George being my surety or pledge: the expression is common in our early poetry.

v. 508.quayre] i. e. quire,—pamphlet, book.

v. 523.wrate] i. e. wrote.

——Lenuoy] Concerning this secondL’envoy, which, I believe, does not belong to the poem against Albany, seeAccount of Skelton, &c.

Page 84.v. 9.ammas] i. e. amice: see note, p. 134. v. 560.

——Ie foy enterment, &c.] i. e. Je fie entièrement, &c.

O moste famous noble king! thy fame doth spring and spreade,Henry the Seventh, our soverain, in eiche regeon;All England hath cause thy grace to love and dread,Seing embassadores seche fore protectyon,For ayd, helpe, and succore, which lyeth in thie electyone.England, now rejoyce, for joyous mayest thou bee,To see thy kyng so floreshe in dignetye.This realme a seasone stoode in greate jupardie,When that noble prince deceased, King Edward,Which in his dayes gate honore full nobly;After his decesse nighe hand all was marr’d;Eich regione this land dispised, mischefe when they hard;Wherefore rejoyse, for joyous mayst thou be,To see thy kynge so floresh in high dignetye.Fraunce, Spayne, Scoteland, and Britanny, Flanders also,Three of them present keepinge thy noble feasteOf St. George in Windsor, ambassadors comying more,[274]Iche of them in honore, bothe the more and the lesse,[275]Seeking thie grace to have thie noble begeste:Wherefore now rejoise, and joyous maiste thou be,To see thy kynge so florishing in dignetye.O knightly ordere, clothed in robes with gartere!The queen’s grace and thy mother clothed in the same;The nobles of thie realme riche in araye, aftere,Lords, knights, and ladyes, unto thy greate fame:Now shall all embassadors know thie noble name,By thy feaste royal; nowe joyeous mayest thou be,To see thie king so florishinge in dignety.Here this day St. George, patron of this place,Honored with the gartere cheefe of chevalrye;Chaplenes synging processyon, keeping the same,With archbushopes and bushopes beseene nobly;Much people presente to see the King Henrye:Wherefore now, St. George, all we pray to theeTo keepe our soveraine in his dignetye.

O moste famous noble king! thy fame doth spring and spreade,

Henry the Seventh, our soverain, in eiche regeon;

All England hath cause thy grace to love and dread,

Seing embassadores seche fore protectyon,

For ayd, helpe, and succore, which lyeth in thie electyone.

England, now rejoyce, for joyous mayest thou bee,

To see thy kyng so floreshe in dignetye.

This realme a seasone stoode in greate jupardie,When that noble prince deceased, King Edward,Which in his dayes gate honore full nobly;After his decesse nighe hand all was marr’d;Eich regione this land dispised, mischefe when they hard;Wherefore rejoyse, for joyous mayst thou be,To see thy kynge so floresh in high dignetye.

This realme a seasone stoode in greate jupardie,

When that noble prince deceased, King Edward,

Which in his dayes gate honore full nobly;

After his decesse nighe hand all was marr’d;

Eich regione this land dispised, mischefe when they hard;

Wherefore rejoyse, for joyous mayst thou be,

To see thy kynge so floresh in high dignetye.

Fraunce, Spayne, Scoteland, and Britanny, Flanders also,Three of them present keepinge thy noble feasteOf St. George in Windsor, ambassadors comying more,[274]Iche of them in honore, bothe the more and the lesse,[275]Seeking thie grace to have thie noble begeste:Wherefore now rejoise, and joyous maiste thou be,To see thy kynge so florishing in dignetye.

Fraunce, Spayne, Scoteland, and Britanny, Flanders also,

Three of them present keepinge thy noble feaste

Of St. George in Windsor, ambassadors comying more,[274]

Iche of them in honore, bothe the more and the lesse,[275]

Seeking thie grace to have thie noble begeste:

Wherefore now rejoise, and joyous maiste thou be,

To see thy kynge so florishing in dignetye.

O knightly ordere, clothed in robes with gartere!The queen’s grace and thy mother clothed in the same;The nobles of thie realme riche in araye, aftere,Lords, knights, and ladyes, unto thy greate fame:Now shall all embassadors know thie noble name,By thy feaste royal; nowe joyeous mayest thou be,To see thie king so florishinge in dignety.

O knightly ordere, clothed in robes with gartere!

The queen’s grace and thy mother clothed in the same;

The nobles of thie realme riche in araye, aftere,

Lords, knights, and ladyes, unto thy greate fame:

Now shall all embassadors know thie noble name,

By thy feaste royal; nowe joyeous mayest thou be,

To see thie king so florishinge in dignety.

Here this day St. George, patron of this place,Honored with the gartere cheefe of chevalrye;Chaplenes synging processyon, keeping the same,With archbushopes and bushopes beseene nobly;Much people presente to see the King Henrye:Wherefore now, St. George, all we pray to theeTo keepe our soveraine in his dignetye.

Here this day St. George, patron of this place,

Honored with the gartere cheefe of chevalrye;

Chaplenes synging processyon, keeping the same,

With archbushopes and bushopes beseene nobly;

Much people presente to see the King Henrye:

Wherefore now, St. George, all we pray to thee

To keepe our soveraine in his dignetye.

[273]Verses presented to King Henry the Seventh, &c.] Ashmole, who first printed these lines from “MS. penes Arth. Com. Anglesey, fol.169,” thinks that they were probably by Skelton: seeOrder of the Garter, p. 594.[274]more] The rhyme requires “mo.”[275]lesse] The rhyme requires “leste.”

[274]more] The rhyme requires “mo.”

[275]lesse] The rhyme requires “leste.”

Color Ficcio.Bydynge al alone, with sorowe sore encombred,In a frosty fornone, faste by Seuernes syde,The wordil beholdynge, wherat moch I wondredTo se the see and sonne to kepe both tyme and tyde,The ayre ouer my hede so wonderfully to glyde,And howe Saturne by circumference borne is aboute;Whiche thynges to beholde, clerely me notyfyde,One verray God to be therin to haue no dowte.And as my fantasy flamyd in that occupacyon,Fruteles, deuoyde of all maner gladnes,Of one was I ware into greate desolacyon,To the erthe prostrate, rauyuge for madnes;By menys so immoderate encreased was his sadnes,That by me can not be compyledHis dedly sorowe and dolorous dystres,Lyfe in hym by deth so ny was exiled.Hym better to beholde, so ferre oute of frame,Nerre I nyghed, farsyd with fragyllyte;Wherwith Smert I perceyued he called was by name,Which ouer haukes and houndes had auctoryte;Though the roume vnmete were for his pouer degre,Yet fortune so hym farthered to his lorde;Wherfore him to lye in soch perplexite,What it myghte mene I gan to mysylfe recorde.I shogged him, I shaked him, I ofte aboute him went,And al to knowe why so care his carayn hyued;His temples I rubbyd, and by the nose him hente;Al as in vayne was, he coude nat be reuyued;He waltered, he wende, and with himsilfe stryued,Such countenaunce contynuyng; but or I parte the place,Vp his hede he caste; whan his woful goste aryued,Those wordes saynge with righte a pytous face:Metricus primus. Color repeticio.O sorowe, sorowe beyonde al sorowes sure!All sorowes sure surmountynge, lo!Lo, which payne no pure may endure,Endure may none such dedely wo!Wo, alas, ye inwrapped, for he is go!Go is he, whose valyaunce to recounte,To recounte, all other it dyd surmounte.Metricus secundus. C. recitacio simplex.Gone is he, alas, that redy was to doEche thynge that to nobles required!Gone is he, alas, that redy was to doEche thynge that curtesye of him desyred!Whose frowarde fate falsely was conspyredBy Antraphos vnasured and her vngracyous charmys;Jaspar I mene is gone, Mars son in armys.M. iii. C. narracio.He that of late regnyd in glory,With grete glosse buttylly glased,Nowe lowe vnder fote doth he ly,With wormys ruly rente and rasyd,His carayne stynkynge, his fetures fasyd;Brother and vncle to kynges yesterday,Nowe is he gone and lafte vs as mased;Closed here lyeth he in a clote of clay:Shall he come agayne? a, nay, nay!Where is he become, I can nat discusse:Than with the prophet may we say,Non inuentus est locus eius.Metricus quartus et retrogradiens. Color. discripcio.Restynge in him was honoure with sadnesse,Curtesy, kyndenesse, with great assuraunce,Dispysynge vice, louynge alway gladnesse,Knyghtly condicyons, feythful alegeaunce,Kyndely demenoure, gracyous vtteraunce;Was none semelyer, feture ne face;Frendely him fostered quatriuial aliaunce;Alas, yet dede nowe arte thou, Jaspar, alas!Metricus quintus.Wherfore sorowe to oure sorowe none can be founde,Ne cause agayne care to mollyfy oure monys:Alas, the payne!For his body and goste,That we loued moste,In a graue in the groundeDeth depe hath droundeAmong robel and stonys:Wherfore complayne.M. vi.Complayne, complayne, who can complayne;For I, alas, past am compleynte!To compleyne wyt can not sustayne,Deth me with doloure so hath bespraynte;For in my syghte,Oure lorde and knyghte,Contrary to righte,Deth hath ateynte.M. vii. C. iteracio.As the vylest of a nacyon,Deuoyde of consolacyon,By cruel crucyacyon,He hath combryd hym sore;He hath him combryd sore,That Fraunce and Englonde bere byforeArmys of both quarteryd,And withhony soytewas garteryd,Se howe he is nowe marteryd!Alas for sorowe therfore,Alas for sorowe therfore!Oute and weleaway,For people many a scoreFor him that yel and rore,Alas that we were boreTo se this dolorous day!With asshy hue compleyne also, I cry,Ladyes, damosels, mynyonat and gorgayse;Knyghtes aunterus of the myghty monarchy,Complayne also; for he that in his dayesTo enhaunce wonte was your honoure, youre prayse,Now is he gone, of erthly blysse ryfyld;For dredeful Deth withouten delayseFul dolorously his breth hath stifild.C. transsumpcio.Terys degoutynge, also complayne, complayne,Houndes peerles, haukes withoute pereialyte,Sacris, faucons, heroners hautayne;For nowe darked is youre pompe, youre prodogalyte,Youre plesures been past vnto penalyte;Of with your rich caperons, put on your mourning hodes;For Iaspar, your prynce by proporcyon of qualyte,Paste is by Deth those daungerous flodys.M. viii.He that manhode meyntened and magnamynite,His blasynge blys nowe is with balys blechyd;Through Dethes croked and crabbed cruelte,In doloure depe nowe is he drowned and drechyd;His starynge standerde, that in stoures strechydWith a sable serpent, nowe set is on a wall,His helme heedles, cote corseles, woful and wrechyd,With a swerde handeles, there hange they all.M. ix.Gewellys of late poysyd at grete valoyre,He ded, they desolate of every membre,Stykynge on stakes as thynges of none shaloyre;For the corse that they couched cast is in sendre,By cruel compulsyon caused to surrendreLyfe vp to Deth that al ouerspurneth:O, se howe this worlde tourneth!Some laugheth, some mourneth:Yet, ye prynces precyous and tendre,Whyle that ye here in glory soiourneth,The deth of our mayster rue to remembre.C. exclamacio.O turmentoure, traytoure, torterous tyraunte,So vnwarely oure duke haste thou slayne,That wyt and mynde are vnsuffycyaunteAgayne thy myschyf malyce to mayntayne!We that in blysse wonte were to bayne,With fortune flotynge moste fauourably,Nowe thorow thrylled and persyd with payne,Langoure we in feruente exstasy.C. reprobacio.O murtherer vnmesurable, withouten remors,Monstruus of entrayle, aborryd in kynde,Thou haste his corse dystressed by force,Whos parayle alyue thou can not fynde!Howe durst thou his flessh and spyryte vntynde,Dissendynge fro Cyzyle, Jerusalem, and Fraunce?O bazalyke bryboure, with iyes blynde,Sore may thou rue thy vtterquidaunce!Thou haste berafte, I say, the erthly ioyeOf one, broder and vncle to kynges in degre,Lynyally descendynge fro Eneas of Troye,Grete vncle and vncle to prynces thre,Brother to a saynte by way of natyuyte,Vncle to another whom men seketh blyue,Blynde, croked, lame, for remedyes hourly;Thus God that bromecod had gyuen a prerogatyue.C. newgacio.And yet thou, dolorous Deth, to the herte hast him stynged:Wenest thou, felon, such murther to escape?I say, the brewtors of Wales on the wyl be reuengedFor thy false conspyracy and frowarde fate:We his seruantes also sole disconsolateHaste thou lafte; so that creatures more maddyrIn erthe none wandreth atwene senit and naddyr.M. x.Wherfore, to the felde, to the felde, on with plate and male,Beest, byrde, foule, eche body terrestryal!Seke we this murtherer him to assayle;Vnafrayde ioyne in ayde, ye bodyes celestyal;Herry saynt, with iyes faynte to the also I cal,For thy brothers sake, help Deth to take, that al may on him wonder;For and he reyne, by drift sodeyne he wil ech kynd encumbre.Dethe.C. prosopopeya. M. xi.Fouconer, thou arte to blame,And oughte take shameTo make suche pretense;For I Deth hourlyMay stande trulyAt ful lawful defence:Deth hath no myghte,Do wronge no righte,Fauoure frende ne fo,But as an instrumenteAt commaundementeWhether to byde or go.I am the instromenteOf one omnipotente,That knowest thou fyrme and playne;Wherfore fro DetheThy wo and wrethI wolde thou shulde reteyne,And agayne GodFor thy bromecodBatayle to darayne.M. xii. C. Introductio.Than, if it be ryghte, most of myght, thy godhed I acuse,For thy myght contrary to right thou doste gretly abuse;Katyffes vnkind thou leuest behind, paynis, Turkes, and Iewis,And our maister gret thou gaue wormes to ete; wheron gretly I muse:Is this wel done? answer me sone; make, Lorde, thyn excuse.M. xiii. C. onomotopeya.Dyd thou disdayne that he shuld rayne? was that els the cause?In his rayne he was moste fayne to mynester thy lawes;Than certayn, and thou be playn and stedfaste in thy sawes,Euery knyght that doth right, ferynge drede ne awes,Of thy face bryghte shall haue syghte,After this worldly wawes:Than, gode Lorde, scripture doth record, verefieng that cause,That our bromcod with the, gode God, in heuen shal rest and pause.M. xiiii. C. probacio.For first of nought thou him wroght of thy special grace,And wers than noght him also boght in Caluery in that place;Thou by thoght oft he were broght with Satanas to trace,Yet, Lorde, to haue pyte thou oght on the pycture of thy face.M. xv.We neyther he dampned to be, willyngly thou wilt noght;Yet dampned shal he and we be, if thy mercy helpe nought:Discrecion hast thou gyuen, yde [Lorde?]; what wold we more ought?After deth to lyue with the, if we offende nought.M. xvi.There is a cause yet of oure care, thou creatoure alofte,That thy gospel doth declare, whiche I forgete noughte;Howe vnwarly our welfare fro vs shal be broughteBy Deth that none wyl spare, Lorde, that knowe we noughte:In syn drowned if we dare, and so sodenly be coughte,Than of blysse ar we bare; that fylleth me ful of thoughte.C. degressio. M. xvii.Thou knowest, Lorde, beste thysylfe,Man is but duste, stercorye, and fylthe,Of himsylfe vnable,Saue only of thy specyal grace,A soule thou made to occupye place,To make man ferme and stable;Which man to do as thou ordeyned,With fendes foule shal neuer be payned,But in blysse be perdurable;And if he do the contrarye,After this lyfe than shal he dye,Fendes to fede vnsaciable;For which fendys foule thou made a centre,In which centre thou made an entre,That such that to breke thy commaundementes wolde auenterTheder downe shulde dessende;But oure maister, whan Deth hym trapte,In pure perseueraunce so was wrapte,That thou inuisyble his speryte thyder rapteWhere thy sheltrons him shal defende.M. quatrinalis. C. transuersio.If we nat offende,He wyl purchaceA gloryous placeAt oure laste ende;To se his faceWe shal assende,By his grete grace,If we nat offende.Thou haste enuapored, I say, alofteThe soule of Jaspar, that thou wroughte,Seruyce to do latrial:And why, Lorde, I dyd the reproue,Was for perfyte zele and loue,To the nat preiudicyal;For, Lorde, this I knowe expresse,This worldly frute is bytternesse,Farcyd with wo and payne,Lyfe ledynge dolorously in distresse,Shadowed with Dethes lykenesse,As in none certayne.C. neugacio.Yet, me semeth so, thou art non of tho that vs so shuld begyle:He is nat yet ded; I lay my hed, thou hast him hid for a while;And al to proue who doth him loue and who wil be vnkynd,Thou hast in led layde him abed, this trow I in my mynd;For this we trow, and thou dost know, as thy might is most,That him to dye, to lowe and hye it were to grete a lost.C. excusacio.And he be dede, this knowe I very right;Thou saw, Lorde, this erth corrupt with fals adulacyon,And thought it place vnmete for Jaspar thy knyght;Wherfore of body and soule thou made seperacyon,Preantedate seynge by pure predestynacyonWhan his lyfe here shulde fyne and consum;Wherfore, Lorde, thus ende I my dolorous exclamacyon,Thy godenes knewe what was beste to be done.M. xviii. C. conclusio.As a prynce penytente and ful of contricion,So dyed he, we his seruauntes can recorde:And that he may haue euerlastynge fruicyon,We the beseche, gloryous kynge and lorde!For the laste leson that he dyd recorde,To thy power he it aplyed, sayngetibi omnes,As a hye knyghte in fidelyte fermely moryd,Angeli celi et potestates;Wherwith payne to the hert him boryd,And lyfe him lefte, gyuynge deth entres.Whiche lyfe, in comparyson of thyne,Is as poynt in lyne, or as instant in tyme;For thou were and arte and shal be of tyme,In thy silfe reynynge by power diuyne,Makynge gerarcyüs thre and orders nyne,The to deifye:Wherfore we crye,Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.M. xix. C. prolongacio.And than [?] moste craftely dyd combyneAnother heuen, called cristalline,So the thyrde stellyferal to shyneAboue the skye:Wherfore we crye,Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.Moreouer in a zodiake pure and fyneSynys xii. thou set for a tyme,And them nexte, in cercle and lyne,Saturne thou set, Iupiter, and Mars citryne,Contect and drye:Wherfore we crye,Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.Than, to peryssh, thorouthryll, and myneThe mystes blake and cloudes tetryne,Tytan thou set clerely to shyne,The worldes iye:Wherfore we crye,vt supra.Yet in their epycercles to tril and twyne,Retrograte, stacyoner, directe, as a syne,Uenus thou set, Marcury, and the Mone masseline;Nexte fyre and ayre, so sotyl of engyne,The to gloryfye:Wherfore we crye,Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.Water, and erth with braunch and vine;And so, thy werkes to ende and fyne,Man to make thou dyd determyne,Of whome cam I:Wherfore I cry and the supplye,Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.With him, to comford at all tyme,Thou ioyned the sex than of frayle femynyne,Which by temptacyon serpentyneTheyre hole sequele broughte to ruyneBy ouergrete folye:Wherfore we crye,Suffer not Jaspar to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.Than, of thy godenes, thou dyd enclyneFlessh to take of thy moder and virgyne,And vs amonge, in payne and famyne,Dwalte, and taughte thy holy doctryneUulgarly:Wherfore we crye,Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.Tyl a traytoure, by false couyne,To Pylat accused the at pryme;So taken, slayne, and buryed at complyne,Rose agayne, of Adam redemynge the lyneBy thy infynyte mercy:For whych mercy,Incessantly we crye,And the supplye,Suffer nat our lorde to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.M. xx.Kynges, prynces, remembre, whyle ye may,Do for yoursilfe, for that shal ye fyndeExecutours often maketh delay,The bodye buryed, the soule sone oute of mynde;Marke this wel, and graue it in youre mynde,Howe many grete estates gone are before,And howe after ye shal folowe by course of kynde:Wherfore do for youresilfe; I can say no more.Though ye be gouernours, moste precious in kynde,Caste downe your crounes and costely appareyle,Endored with golde and precyous stones of Ynde,For al in the ende lytyl shal auayle;Whan youre estates Deth lyketh to assayle,Your bodyes bulgynge with a blyster sore,Than withstande shal neyther plate ne mayle:Wherfore do for youresilfe; I can say no more.There is a vertue that moost is auaunsed,Pure perseueraunce called of the porayle,By whome al vertues are enhaunsed,Which is not wonne but by diligente trauayle:Ware in the ende; for and that vertue fayle,Body and soule than are ye forlore:Wherfore, if ye folowe wyll holsom counsayle,Do for youresilfe; I can say no more.Kynges, prynces, moste souerayne of renoune,Remembre oure maister that gone is byfore:This worlde is casual, nowe vp, nowe downe;Wherfore do for yoursilfe; I can say no more.Amen.Honor tibi, Deus, gloria, et laus!Smerte,maister de ses ouzeaus.

Color Ficcio.

Bydynge al alone, with sorowe sore encombred,

In a frosty fornone, faste by Seuernes syde,

The wordil beholdynge, wherat moch I wondred

To se the see and sonne to kepe both tyme and tyde,

The ayre ouer my hede so wonderfully to glyde,

And howe Saturne by circumference borne is aboute;

Whiche thynges to beholde, clerely me notyfyde,

One verray God to be therin to haue no dowte.

And as my fantasy flamyd in that occupacyon,Fruteles, deuoyde of all maner gladnes,Of one was I ware into greate desolacyon,To the erthe prostrate, rauyuge for madnes;By menys so immoderate encreased was his sadnes,That by me can not be compyledHis dedly sorowe and dolorous dystres,Lyfe in hym by deth so ny was exiled.

And as my fantasy flamyd in that occupacyon,

Fruteles, deuoyde of all maner gladnes,

Of one was I ware into greate desolacyon,

To the erthe prostrate, rauyuge for madnes;

By menys so immoderate encreased was his sadnes,

That by me can not be compyled

His dedly sorowe and dolorous dystres,

Lyfe in hym by deth so ny was exiled.

Hym better to beholde, so ferre oute of frame,Nerre I nyghed, farsyd with fragyllyte;Wherwith Smert I perceyued he called was by name,Which ouer haukes and houndes had auctoryte;Though the roume vnmete were for his pouer degre,Yet fortune so hym farthered to his lorde;Wherfore him to lye in soch perplexite,What it myghte mene I gan to mysylfe recorde.

Hym better to beholde, so ferre oute of frame,

Nerre I nyghed, farsyd with fragyllyte;

Wherwith Smert I perceyued he called was by name,

Which ouer haukes and houndes had auctoryte;

Though the roume vnmete were for his pouer degre,

Yet fortune so hym farthered to his lorde;

Wherfore him to lye in soch perplexite,

What it myghte mene I gan to mysylfe recorde.

I shogged him, I shaked him, I ofte aboute him went,And al to knowe why so care his carayn hyued;His temples I rubbyd, and by the nose him hente;Al as in vayne was, he coude nat be reuyued;He waltered, he wende, and with himsilfe stryued,Such countenaunce contynuyng; but or I parte the place,Vp his hede he caste; whan his woful goste aryued,Those wordes saynge with righte a pytous face:

I shogged him, I shaked him, I ofte aboute him went,

And al to knowe why so care his carayn hyued;

His temples I rubbyd, and by the nose him hente;

Al as in vayne was, he coude nat be reuyued;

He waltered, he wende, and with himsilfe stryued,

Such countenaunce contynuyng; but or I parte the place,

Vp his hede he caste; whan his woful goste aryued,

Those wordes saynge with righte a pytous face:

Metricus primus. Color repeticio.O sorowe, sorowe beyonde al sorowes sure!All sorowes sure surmountynge, lo!Lo, which payne no pure may endure,Endure may none such dedely wo!Wo, alas, ye inwrapped, for he is go!Go is he, whose valyaunce to recounte,To recounte, all other it dyd surmounte.

Metricus primus. Color repeticio.

O sorowe, sorowe beyonde al sorowes sure!

All sorowes sure surmountynge, lo!

Lo, which payne no pure may endure,

Endure may none such dedely wo!

Wo, alas, ye inwrapped, for he is go!

Go is he, whose valyaunce to recounte,

To recounte, all other it dyd surmounte.

Metricus secundus. C. recitacio simplex.Gone is he, alas, that redy was to doEche thynge that to nobles required!Gone is he, alas, that redy was to doEche thynge that curtesye of him desyred!Whose frowarde fate falsely was conspyredBy Antraphos vnasured and her vngracyous charmys;Jaspar I mene is gone, Mars son in armys.

Metricus secundus. C. recitacio simplex.

Gone is he, alas, that redy was to do

Eche thynge that to nobles required!

Gone is he, alas, that redy was to do

Eche thynge that curtesye of him desyred!

Whose frowarde fate falsely was conspyred

By Antraphos vnasured and her vngracyous charmys;

Jaspar I mene is gone, Mars son in armys.

M. iii. C. narracio.He that of late regnyd in glory,With grete glosse buttylly glased,Nowe lowe vnder fote doth he ly,With wormys ruly rente and rasyd,His carayne stynkynge, his fetures fasyd;Brother and vncle to kynges yesterday,Nowe is he gone and lafte vs as mased;Closed here lyeth he in a clote of clay:Shall he come agayne? a, nay, nay!Where is he become, I can nat discusse:Than with the prophet may we say,Non inuentus est locus eius.

M. iii. C. narracio.

He that of late regnyd in glory,

With grete glosse buttylly glased,

Nowe lowe vnder fote doth he ly,

With wormys ruly rente and rasyd,

His carayne stynkynge, his fetures fasyd;

Brother and vncle to kynges yesterday,

Nowe is he gone and lafte vs as mased;

Closed here lyeth he in a clote of clay:

Shall he come agayne? a, nay, nay!

Where is he become, I can nat discusse:

Than with the prophet may we say,

Non inuentus est locus eius.

Metricus quartus et retrogradiens. Color. discripcio.Restynge in him was honoure with sadnesse,Curtesy, kyndenesse, with great assuraunce,Dispysynge vice, louynge alway gladnesse,Knyghtly condicyons, feythful alegeaunce,Kyndely demenoure, gracyous vtteraunce;Was none semelyer, feture ne face;Frendely him fostered quatriuial aliaunce;Alas, yet dede nowe arte thou, Jaspar, alas!

Metricus quartus et retrogradiens. Color. discripcio.

Restynge in him was honoure with sadnesse,

Curtesy, kyndenesse, with great assuraunce,

Dispysynge vice, louynge alway gladnesse,

Knyghtly condicyons, feythful alegeaunce,

Kyndely demenoure, gracyous vtteraunce;

Was none semelyer, feture ne face;

Frendely him fostered quatriuial aliaunce;

Alas, yet dede nowe arte thou, Jaspar, alas!

Metricus quintus.Wherfore sorowe to oure sorowe none can be founde,Ne cause agayne care to mollyfy oure monys:Alas, the payne!For his body and goste,That we loued moste,In a graue in the groundeDeth depe hath droundeAmong robel and stonys:Wherfore complayne.

Metricus quintus.

Wherfore sorowe to oure sorowe none can be founde,

Ne cause agayne care to mollyfy oure monys:

Alas, the payne!

For his body and goste,

That we loued moste,

In a graue in the grounde

Deth depe hath drounde

Among robel and stonys:

Wherfore complayne.

M. vi.Complayne, complayne, who can complayne;For I, alas, past am compleynte!To compleyne wyt can not sustayne,Deth me with doloure so hath bespraynte;For in my syghte,Oure lorde and knyghte,Contrary to righte,Deth hath ateynte.

M. vi.

Complayne, complayne, who can complayne;

For I, alas, past am compleynte!

To compleyne wyt can not sustayne,

Deth me with doloure so hath bespraynte;

For in my syghte,

Oure lorde and knyghte,

Contrary to righte,

Deth hath ateynte.

M. vii. C. iteracio.As the vylest of a nacyon,Deuoyde of consolacyon,By cruel crucyacyon,He hath combryd hym sore;He hath him combryd sore,That Fraunce and Englonde bere byforeArmys of both quarteryd,And withhony soytewas garteryd,Se howe he is nowe marteryd!Alas for sorowe therfore,Alas for sorowe therfore!Oute and weleaway,For people many a scoreFor him that yel and rore,Alas that we were boreTo se this dolorous day!

M. vii. C. iteracio.

As the vylest of a nacyon,

Deuoyde of consolacyon,

By cruel crucyacyon,

He hath combryd hym sore;

He hath him combryd sore,

That Fraunce and Englonde bere byfore

Armys of both quarteryd,

And withhony soytewas garteryd,

Se howe he is nowe marteryd!

Alas for sorowe therfore,

Alas for sorowe therfore!

Oute and weleaway,

For people many a score

For him that yel and rore,

Alas that we were bore

To se this dolorous day!

With asshy hue compleyne also, I cry,Ladyes, damosels, mynyonat and gorgayse;Knyghtes aunterus of the myghty monarchy,Complayne also; for he that in his dayesTo enhaunce wonte was your honoure, youre prayse,Now is he gone, of erthly blysse ryfyld;For dredeful Deth withouten delayseFul dolorously his breth hath stifild.

With asshy hue compleyne also, I cry,

Ladyes, damosels, mynyonat and gorgayse;

Knyghtes aunterus of the myghty monarchy,

Complayne also; for he that in his dayes

To enhaunce wonte was your honoure, youre prayse,

Now is he gone, of erthly blysse ryfyld;

For dredeful Deth withouten delayse

Ful dolorously his breth hath stifild.

C. transsumpcio.Terys degoutynge, also complayne, complayne,Houndes peerles, haukes withoute pereialyte,Sacris, faucons, heroners hautayne;For nowe darked is youre pompe, youre prodogalyte,Youre plesures been past vnto penalyte;Of with your rich caperons, put on your mourning hodes;For Iaspar, your prynce by proporcyon of qualyte,Paste is by Deth those daungerous flodys.

C. transsumpcio.

Terys degoutynge, also complayne, complayne,

Houndes peerles, haukes withoute pereialyte,

Sacris, faucons, heroners hautayne;

For nowe darked is youre pompe, youre prodogalyte,

Youre plesures been past vnto penalyte;

Of with your rich caperons, put on your mourning hodes;

For Iaspar, your prynce by proporcyon of qualyte,

Paste is by Deth those daungerous flodys.

M. viii.He that manhode meyntened and magnamynite,His blasynge blys nowe is with balys blechyd;Through Dethes croked and crabbed cruelte,In doloure depe nowe is he drowned and drechyd;His starynge standerde, that in stoures strechydWith a sable serpent, nowe set is on a wall,His helme heedles, cote corseles, woful and wrechyd,With a swerde handeles, there hange they all.

M. viii.

He that manhode meyntened and magnamynite,

His blasynge blys nowe is with balys blechyd;

Through Dethes croked and crabbed cruelte,

In doloure depe nowe is he drowned and drechyd;

His starynge standerde, that in stoures strechyd

With a sable serpent, nowe set is on a wall,

His helme heedles, cote corseles, woful and wrechyd,

With a swerde handeles, there hange they all.

M. ix.Gewellys of late poysyd at grete valoyre,He ded, they desolate of every membre,Stykynge on stakes as thynges of none shaloyre;For the corse that they couched cast is in sendre,By cruel compulsyon caused to surrendreLyfe vp to Deth that al ouerspurneth:O, se howe this worlde tourneth!Some laugheth, some mourneth:Yet, ye prynces precyous and tendre,Whyle that ye here in glory soiourneth,The deth of our mayster rue to remembre.

M. ix.

Gewellys of late poysyd at grete valoyre,

He ded, they desolate of every membre,

Stykynge on stakes as thynges of none shaloyre;

For the corse that they couched cast is in sendre,

By cruel compulsyon caused to surrendre

Lyfe vp to Deth that al ouerspurneth:

O, se howe this worlde tourneth!

Some laugheth, some mourneth:

Yet, ye prynces precyous and tendre,

Whyle that ye here in glory soiourneth,

The deth of our mayster rue to remembre.

C. exclamacio.O turmentoure, traytoure, torterous tyraunte,So vnwarely oure duke haste thou slayne,That wyt and mynde are vnsuffycyaunteAgayne thy myschyf malyce to mayntayne!We that in blysse wonte were to bayne,With fortune flotynge moste fauourably,Nowe thorow thrylled and persyd with payne,Langoure we in feruente exstasy.

C. exclamacio.

O turmentoure, traytoure, torterous tyraunte,

So vnwarely oure duke haste thou slayne,

That wyt and mynde are vnsuffycyaunte

Agayne thy myschyf malyce to mayntayne!

We that in blysse wonte were to bayne,

With fortune flotynge moste fauourably,

Nowe thorow thrylled and persyd with payne,

Langoure we in feruente exstasy.

C. reprobacio.O murtherer vnmesurable, withouten remors,Monstruus of entrayle, aborryd in kynde,Thou haste his corse dystressed by force,Whos parayle alyue thou can not fynde!Howe durst thou his flessh and spyryte vntynde,Dissendynge fro Cyzyle, Jerusalem, and Fraunce?O bazalyke bryboure, with iyes blynde,Sore may thou rue thy vtterquidaunce!

C. reprobacio.

O murtherer vnmesurable, withouten remors,

Monstruus of entrayle, aborryd in kynde,

Thou haste his corse dystressed by force,

Whos parayle alyue thou can not fynde!

Howe durst thou his flessh and spyryte vntynde,

Dissendynge fro Cyzyle, Jerusalem, and Fraunce?

O bazalyke bryboure, with iyes blynde,

Sore may thou rue thy vtterquidaunce!

Thou haste berafte, I say, the erthly ioyeOf one, broder and vncle to kynges in degre,Lynyally descendynge fro Eneas of Troye,Grete vncle and vncle to prynces thre,Brother to a saynte by way of natyuyte,Vncle to another whom men seketh blyue,Blynde, croked, lame, for remedyes hourly;Thus God that bromecod had gyuen a prerogatyue.

Thou haste berafte, I say, the erthly ioye

Of one, broder and vncle to kynges in degre,

Lynyally descendynge fro Eneas of Troye,

Grete vncle and vncle to prynces thre,

Brother to a saynte by way of natyuyte,

Vncle to another whom men seketh blyue,

Blynde, croked, lame, for remedyes hourly;

Thus God that bromecod had gyuen a prerogatyue.

C. newgacio.And yet thou, dolorous Deth, to the herte hast him stynged:Wenest thou, felon, such murther to escape?I say, the brewtors of Wales on the wyl be reuengedFor thy false conspyracy and frowarde fate:We his seruantes also sole disconsolateHaste thou lafte; so that creatures more maddyrIn erthe none wandreth atwene senit and naddyr.

C. newgacio.

And yet thou, dolorous Deth, to the herte hast him stynged:

Wenest thou, felon, such murther to escape?

I say, the brewtors of Wales on the wyl be reuenged

For thy false conspyracy and frowarde fate:

We his seruantes also sole disconsolate

Haste thou lafte; so that creatures more maddyr

In erthe none wandreth atwene senit and naddyr.

M. x.Wherfore, to the felde, to the felde, on with plate and male,Beest, byrde, foule, eche body terrestryal!Seke we this murtherer him to assayle;Vnafrayde ioyne in ayde, ye bodyes celestyal;Herry saynt, with iyes faynte to the also I cal,For thy brothers sake, help Deth to take, that al may on him wonder;For and he reyne, by drift sodeyne he wil ech kynd encumbre.

M. x.

Wherfore, to the felde, to the felde, on with plate and male,

Beest, byrde, foule, eche body terrestryal!

Seke we this murtherer him to assayle;

Vnafrayde ioyne in ayde, ye bodyes celestyal;

Herry saynt, with iyes faynte to the also I cal,

For thy brothers sake, help Deth to take, that al may on him wonder;

For and he reyne, by drift sodeyne he wil ech kynd encumbre.

Dethe.

C. prosopopeya. M. xi.Fouconer, thou arte to blame,And oughte take shameTo make suche pretense;For I Deth hourlyMay stande trulyAt ful lawful defence:Deth hath no myghte,Do wronge no righte,Fauoure frende ne fo,But as an instrumenteAt commaundementeWhether to byde or go.

C. prosopopeya. M. xi.

Fouconer, thou arte to blame,

And oughte take shame

To make suche pretense;

For I Deth hourly

May stande truly

At ful lawful defence:

Deth hath no myghte,

Do wronge no righte,

Fauoure frende ne fo,

But as an instrumente

At commaundemente

Whether to byde or go.

I am the instromenteOf one omnipotente,That knowest thou fyrme and playne;Wherfore fro DetheThy wo and wrethI wolde thou shulde reteyne,And agayne GodFor thy bromecodBatayle to darayne.

I am the instromente

Of one omnipotente,

That knowest thou fyrme and playne;

Wherfore fro Dethe

Thy wo and wreth

I wolde thou shulde reteyne,

And agayne God

For thy bromecod

Batayle to darayne.

M. xii. C. Introductio.Than, if it be ryghte, most of myght, thy godhed I acuse,For thy myght contrary to right thou doste gretly abuse;Katyffes vnkind thou leuest behind, paynis, Turkes, and Iewis,And our maister gret thou gaue wormes to ete; wheron gretly I muse:Is this wel done? answer me sone; make, Lorde, thyn excuse.

M. xii. C. Introductio.

Than, if it be ryghte, most of myght, thy godhed I acuse,

For thy myght contrary to right thou doste gretly abuse;

Katyffes vnkind thou leuest behind, paynis, Turkes, and Iewis,

And our maister gret thou gaue wormes to ete; wheron gretly I muse:

Is this wel done? answer me sone; make, Lorde, thyn excuse.

M. xiii. C. onomotopeya.Dyd thou disdayne that he shuld rayne? was that els the cause?In his rayne he was moste fayne to mynester thy lawes;Than certayn, and thou be playn and stedfaste in thy sawes,Euery knyght that doth right, ferynge drede ne awes,Of thy face bryghte shall haue syghte,After this worldly wawes:Than, gode Lorde, scripture doth record, verefieng that cause,That our bromcod with the, gode God, in heuen shal rest and pause.

M. xiii. C. onomotopeya.

Dyd thou disdayne that he shuld rayne? was that els the cause?

In his rayne he was moste fayne to mynester thy lawes;

Than certayn, and thou be playn and stedfaste in thy sawes,

Euery knyght that doth right, ferynge drede ne awes,

Of thy face bryghte shall haue syghte,

After this worldly wawes:

Than, gode Lorde, scripture doth record, verefieng that cause,

That our bromcod with the, gode God, in heuen shal rest and pause.

M. xiiii. C. probacio.For first of nought thou him wroght of thy special grace,And wers than noght him also boght in Caluery in that place;Thou by thoght oft he were broght with Satanas to trace,Yet, Lorde, to haue pyte thou oght on the pycture of thy face.

M. xiiii. C. probacio.

For first of nought thou him wroght of thy special grace,

And wers than noght him also boght in Caluery in that place;

Thou by thoght oft he were broght with Satanas to trace,

Yet, Lorde, to haue pyte thou oght on the pycture of thy face.

M. xv.We neyther he dampned to be, willyngly thou wilt noght;Yet dampned shal he and we be, if thy mercy helpe nought:Discrecion hast thou gyuen, yde [Lorde?]; what wold we more ought?After deth to lyue with the, if we offende nought.

M. xv.

We neyther he dampned to be, willyngly thou wilt noght;

Yet dampned shal he and we be, if thy mercy helpe nought:

Discrecion hast thou gyuen, yde [Lorde?]; what wold we more ought?

After deth to lyue with the, if we offende nought.

M. xvi.There is a cause yet of oure care, thou creatoure alofte,That thy gospel doth declare, whiche I forgete noughte;Howe vnwarly our welfare fro vs shal be broughteBy Deth that none wyl spare, Lorde, that knowe we noughte:In syn drowned if we dare, and so sodenly be coughte,Than of blysse ar we bare; that fylleth me ful of thoughte.

M. xvi.

There is a cause yet of oure care, thou creatoure alofte,

That thy gospel doth declare, whiche I forgete noughte;

Howe vnwarly our welfare fro vs shal be broughte

By Deth that none wyl spare, Lorde, that knowe we noughte:

In syn drowned if we dare, and so sodenly be coughte,

Than of blysse ar we bare; that fylleth me ful of thoughte.

C. degressio. M. xvii.Thou knowest, Lorde, beste thysylfe,Man is but duste, stercorye, and fylthe,Of himsylfe vnable,Saue only of thy specyal grace,A soule thou made to occupye place,To make man ferme and stable;Which man to do as thou ordeyned,With fendes foule shal neuer be payned,But in blysse be perdurable;And if he do the contrarye,After this lyfe than shal he dye,Fendes to fede vnsaciable;For which fendys foule thou made a centre,In which centre thou made an entre,That such that to breke thy commaundementes wolde auenterTheder downe shulde dessende;But oure maister, whan Deth hym trapte,In pure perseueraunce so was wrapte,That thou inuisyble his speryte thyder rapteWhere thy sheltrons him shal defende.

C. degressio. M. xvii.

Thou knowest, Lorde, beste thysylfe,

Man is but duste, stercorye, and fylthe,

Of himsylfe vnable,

Saue only of thy specyal grace,

A soule thou made to occupye place,

To make man ferme and stable;

Which man to do as thou ordeyned,

With fendes foule shal neuer be payned,

But in blysse be perdurable;

And if he do the contrarye,

After this lyfe than shal he dye,

Fendes to fede vnsaciable;

For which fendys foule thou made a centre,

In which centre thou made an entre,

That such that to breke thy commaundementes wolde auenter

Theder downe shulde dessende;

But oure maister, whan Deth hym trapte,

In pure perseueraunce so was wrapte,

That thou inuisyble his speryte thyder rapte

Where thy sheltrons him shal defende.

M. quatrinalis. C. transuersio.If we nat offende,He wyl purchaceA gloryous placeAt oure laste ende;

M. quatrinalis. C. transuersio.

If we nat offende,

He wyl purchace

A gloryous place

At oure laste ende;

To se his faceWe shal assende,By his grete grace,If we nat offende.

To se his face

We shal assende,

By his grete grace,

If we nat offende.

Thou haste enuapored, I say, alofteThe soule of Jaspar, that thou wroughte,Seruyce to do latrial:And why, Lorde, I dyd the reproue,Was for perfyte zele and loue,To the nat preiudicyal;For, Lorde, this I knowe expresse,This worldly frute is bytternesse,Farcyd with wo and payne,Lyfe ledynge dolorously in distresse,Shadowed with Dethes lykenesse,As in none certayne.

Thou haste enuapored, I say, alofte

The soule of Jaspar, that thou wroughte,

Seruyce to do latrial:

And why, Lorde, I dyd the reproue,

Was for perfyte zele and loue,

To the nat preiudicyal;

For, Lorde, this I knowe expresse,

This worldly frute is bytternesse,

Farcyd with wo and payne,

Lyfe ledynge dolorously in distresse,

Shadowed with Dethes lykenesse,

As in none certayne.

C. neugacio.Yet, me semeth so, thou art non of tho that vs so shuld begyle:He is nat yet ded; I lay my hed, thou hast him hid for a while;And al to proue who doth him loue and who wil be vnkynd,Thou hast in led layde him abed, this trow I in my mynd;For this we trow, and thou dost know, as thy might is most,That him to dye, to lowe and hye it were to grete a lost.

C. neugacio.

Yet, me semeth so, thou art non of tho that vs so shuld begyle:

He is nat yet ded; I lay my hed, thou hast him hid for a while;

And al to proue who doth him loue and who wil be vnkynd,

Thou hast in led layde him abed, this trow I in my mynd;

For this we trow, and thou dost know, as thy might is most,

That him to dye, to lowe and hye it were to grete a lost.

C. excusacio.And he be dede, this knowe I very right;Thou saw, Lorde, this erth corrupt with fals adulacyon,And thought it place vnmete for Jaspar thy knyght;Wherfore of body and soule thou made seperacyon,Preantedate seynge by pure predestynacyonWhan his lyfe here shulde fyne and consum;Wherfore, Lorde, thus ende I my dolorous exclamacyon,Thy godenes knewe what was beste to be done.

C. excusacio.

And he be dede, this knowe I very right;

Thou saw, Lorde, this erth corrupt with fals adulacyon,

And thought it place vnmete for Jaspar thy knyght;

Wherfore of body and soule thou made seperacyon,

Preantedate seynge by pure predestynacyon

Whan his lyfe here shulde fyne and consum;

Wherfore, Lorde, thus ende I my dolorous exclamacyon,

Thy godenes knewe what was beste to be done.

M. xviii. C. conclusio.As a prynce penytente and ful of contricion,So dyed he, we his seruauntes can recorde:And that he may haue euerlastynge fruicyon,We the beseche, gloryous kynge and lorde!For the laste leson that he dyd recorde,To thy power he it aplyed, sayngetibi omnes,As a hye knyghte in fidelyte fermely moryd,Angeli celi et potestates;Wherwith payne to the hert him boryd,And lyfe him lefte, gyuynge deth entres.Whiche lyfe, in comparyson of thyne,Is as poynt in lyne, or as instant in tyme;For thou were and arte and shal be of tyme,In thy silfe reynynge by power diuyne,Makynge gerarcyüs thre and orders nyne,The to deifye:Wherfore we crye,Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.

M. xviii. C. conclusio.

As a prynce penytente and ful of contricion,

So dyed he, we his seruauntes can recorde:

And that he may haue euerlastynge fruicyon,

We the beseche, gloryous kynge and lorde!

For the laste leson that he dyd recorde,

To thy power he it aplyed, sayngetibi omnes,

As a hye knyghte in fidelyte fermely moryd,

Angeli celi et potestates;

Wherwith payne to the hert him boryd,

And lyfe him lefte, gyuynge deth entres.

Whiche lyfe, in comparyson of thyne,

Is as poynt in lyne, or as instant in tyme;

For thou were and arte and shal be of tyme,

In thy silfe reynynge by power diuyne,

Makynge gerarcyüs thre and orders nyne,

The to deifye:

Wherfore we crye,

Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,

But to lyue;

For eternally that he shal lyue

Is oure byleue.

M. xix. C. prolongacio.And than [?] moste craftely dyd combyneAnother heuen, called cristalline,So the thyrde stellyferal to shyneAboue the skye:Wherfore we crye,Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.

M. xix. C. prolongacio.

And than [?] moste craftely dyd combyne

Another heuen, called cristalline,

So the thyrde stellyferal to shyne

Aboue the skye:

Wherfore we crye,

Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,

But to lyue;

For eternally that he shal lyue

Is oure byleue.

Moreouer in a zodiake pure and fyneSynys xii. thou set for a tyme,And them nexte, in cercle and lyne,Saturne thou set, Iupiter, and Mars citryne,Contect and drye:Wherfore we crye,Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.

Moreouer in a zodiake pure and fyne

Synys xii. thou set for a tyme,

And them nexte, in cercle and lyne,

Saturne thou set, Iupiter, and Mars citryne,

Contect and drye:

Wherfore we crye,

Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,

But to lyue;

For eternally that he shal lyue

Is oure byleue.

Than, to peryssh, thorouthryll, and myneThe mystes blake and cloudes tetryne,Tytan thou set clerely to shyne,The worldes iye:Wherfore we crye,vt supra.

Than, to peryssh, thorouthryll, and myne

The mystes blake and cloudes tetryne,

Tytan thou set clerely to shyne,

The worldes iye:

Wherfore we crye,vt supra.

Yet in their epycercles to tril and twyne,Retrograte, stacyoner, directe, as a syne,Uenus thou set, Marcury, and the Mone masseline;Nexte fyre and ayre, so sotyl of engyne,The to gloryfye:

Yet in their epycercles to tril and twyne,

Retrograte, stacyoner, directe, as a syne,

Uenus thou set, Marcury, and the Mone masseline;

Nexte fyre and ayre, so sotyl of engyne,

The to gloryfye:

Wherfore we crye,Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.

Wherfore we crye,

Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,

But to lyue;

For eternally that he shal lyue

Is oure byleue.

Water, and erth with braunch and vine;And so, thy werkes to ende and fyne,Man to make thou dyd determyne,Of whome cam I:Wherfore I cry and the supplye,Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.

Water, and erth with braunch and vine;

And so, thy werkes to ende and fyne,

Man to make thou dyd determyne,

Of whome cam I:

Wherfore I cry and the supplye,

Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,

But to lyue;

For eternally that he shal lyue

Is oure byleue.

With him, to comford at all tyme,Thou ioyned the sex than of frayle femynyne,Which by temptacyon serpentyneTheyre hole sequele broughte to ruyneBy ouergrete folye:Wherfore we crye,Suffer not Jaspar to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.

With him, to comford at all tyme,

Thou ioyned the sex than of frayle femynyne,

Which by temptacyon serpentyne

Theyre hole sequele broughte to ruyne

By ouergrete folye:

Wherfore we crye,

Suffer not Jaspar to dye,

But to lyue;

For eternally that he shal lyue

Is oure byleue.

Than, of thy godenes, thou dyd enclyneFlessh to take of thy moder and virgyne,And vs amonge, in payne and famyne,Dwalte, and taughte thy holy doctryneUulgarly:Wherfore we crye,Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.

Than, of thy godenes, thou dyd enclyne

Flessh to take of thy moder and virgyne,

And vs amonge, in payne and famyne,

Dwalte, and taughte thy holy doctryne

Uulgarly:

Wherfore we crye,

Suffer nat Jaspar to dye,

But to lyue;

For eternally that he shal lyue

Is oure byleue.

Tyl a traytoure, by false couyne,To Pylat accused the at pryme;So taken, slayne, and buryed at complyne,Rose agayne, of Adam redemynge the lyneBy thy infynyte mercy:For whych mercy,

Tyl a traytoure, by false couyne,

To Pylat accused the at pryme;

So taken, slayne, and buryed at complyne,

Rose agayne, of Adam redemynge the lyne

By thy infynyte mercy:

For whych mercy,

Incessantly we crye,And the supplye,Suffer nat our lorde to dye,But to lyue;For eternally that he shal lyueIs oure byleue.

Incessantly we crye,

And the supplye,

Suffer nat our lorde to dye,

But to lyue;

For eternally that he shal lyue

Is oure byleue.

M. xx.Kynges, prynces, remembre, whyle ye may,Do for yoursilfe, for that shal ye fyndeExecutours often maketh delay,The bodye buryed, the soule sone oute of mynde;Marke this wel, and graue it in youre mynde,Howe many grete estates gone are before,And howe after ye shal folowe by course of kynde:Wherfore do for youresilfe; I can say no more.

M. xx.

Kynges, prynces, remembre, whyle ye may,

Do for yoursilfe, for that shal ye fynde

Executours often maketh delay,

The bodye buryed, the soule sone oute of mynde;

Marke this wel, and graue it in youre mynde,

Howe many grete estates gone are before,

And howe after ye shal folowe by course of kynde:

Wherfore do for youresilfe; I can say no more.

Though ye be gouernours, moste precious in kynde,Caste downe your crounes and costely appareyle,Endored with golde and precyous stones of Ynde,For al in the ende lytyl shal auayle;Whan youre estates Deth lyketh to assayle,Your bodyes bulgynge with a blyster sore,Than withstande shal neyther plate ne mayle:Wherfore do for youresilfe; I can say no more.

Though ye be gouernours, moste precious in kynde,

Caste downe your crounes and costely appareyle,

Endored with golde and precyous stones of Ynde,

For al in the ende lytyl shal auayle;

Whan youre estates Deth lyketh to assayle,

Your bodyes bulgynge with a blyster sore,

Than withstande shal neyther plate ne mayle:

Wherfore do for youresilfe; I can say no more.

There is a vertue that moost is auaunsed,Pure perseueraunce called of the porayle,By whome al vertues are enhaunsed,Which is not wonne but by diligente trauayle:Ware in the ende; for and that vertue fayle,Body and soule than are ye forlore:Wherfore, if ye folowe wyll holsom counsayle,Do for youresilfe; I can say no more.

There is a vertue that moost is auaunsed,

Pure perseueraunce called of the porayle,

By whome al vertues are enhaunsed,

Which is not wonne but by diligente trauayle:

Ware in the ende; for and that vertue fayle,

Body and soule than are ye forlore:

Wherfore, if ye folowe wyll holsom counsayle,

Do for youresilfe; I can say no more.

Kynges, prynces, moste souerayne of renoune,Remembre oure maister that gone is byfore:This worlde is casual, nowe vp, nowe downe;Wherfore do for yoursilfe; I can say no more.

Kynges, prynces, moste souerayne of renoune,

Remembre oure maister that gone is byfore:

This worlde is casual, nowe vp, nowe downe;

Wherfore do for yoursilfe; I can say no more.

Amen.Honor tibi, Deus, gloria, et laus!

Amen.

Honor tibi, Deus, gloria, et laus!

Smerte,maister de ses ouzeaus.

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