 | [Chronicle of Fabyan] |  |
[Thou that syttest/in this Iudiciall place]
Thou that syttest/in this Iudiciall placeSytte vp ryght/and holde thyne handes from mede
Thyne erys from prayer/and fauoure from the chace
Let lawe be thy gyde/kepe Iustyce in thy rede
Thy Faders skynne/whiche doth thy chayer sprede
Haue in thy mynde/fall nat to lyke offence
Leste for thy faute/thou make lyke recompence.
| [Chronicle of Fabyan] | |