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Skelton Poeta.
Castyng my syght the chambre aboute,
To se how duly ich thyng in ordre was,
Towarde the dore, as we were comyng oute,
I sawe maister Newton sit with his compas,
His plummet, his pensell, his spectacles of glas,
Dyuysynge in pycture, by his industrious wit,
Of my laurell the proces euery whitte.
To se how duly ich thyng in ordre was,
Towarde the dore, as we were comyng oute,
I sawe maister Newton sit with his compas,
His plummet, his pensell, his spectacles of glas,
Dyuysynge in pycture, by his industrious wit,
Of my laurell the proces euery whitte.
Forthwith vpon this, as it were in a thought,
Gower, Chawcer, Lydgate, theis thre
Before remembred, me curteisly brought
Into that place where as they left me,
Where all the sayd poetis sat in there degre.
But when they sawe my lawrell rychely wrought,
All other besyde were counterfete they thought
Gower, Chawcer, Lydgate, theis thre
Before remembred, me curteisly brought
Into that place where as they left me,
Where all the sayd poetis sat in there degre.
But when they sawe my lawrell rychely wrought,
All other besyde were counterfete they thought
In comparyson of that whiche I ware:
Sume praysed the perle, some the stones bryght;
Wele was hym that therevpon myght stare;
Of this warke they had so great delyght,
The silke, the golde, the flowris fresshe to syght,
They seyd my lawrell was the goodlyest
That euer they saw, and wrought it was the best.
Sume praysed the perle, some the stones bryght;
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Of this warke they had so great delyght,
The silke, the golde, the flowris fresshe to syght,
They seyd my lawrell was the goodlyest
That euer they saw, and wrought it was the best.
In her astate there sat the noble Quene
Of Fame: perceyuynge how that I was cum,
She wonderyd me thought at my laurell grene;
She loked hawtly, and gaue on me a glum:
Thhere was amonge them no worde then but mum,
For eche man herkynde what she wolde to me say;
Wherof in substaunce I brought this away.
Of Fame: perceyuynge how that I was cum,
She wonderyd me thought at my laurell grene;
She loked hawtly, and gaue on me a glum:
Thhere was amonge them no worde then but mum,
For eche man herkynde what she wolde to me say;
Wherof in substaunce I brought this away.
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