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Septima Pars Henrici.
[Nowe take good hede thow that doest ouer lyue]
Nowe take good hede thow that doest ouer lyueHym that in honour & vertue dyd excelle
Se thou not alter nor thy selfe depryue
But falowe hym which was of honour the well
For if thou doo not men shall of the tell
Thou art degenerat & growen out of Kynde
Thy progenytours lawde hauynge nothynge in mynde.
[The yere to rekyn from Crystys Incarnacion]
The yere to rekyn from Crystys IncarnacionA thousande an hundrede/and seuentye thereunto
The prymat of Englonde with great abomynacion
Was slayne with swerde Thomas that wolde not doo
The kynges hest which arred the ryght froo
Of the Church and lyberties of the same
Wherby of honour he wan perpetuell fame.
[The rose of the worlde/but not the clene Floure.]
The rose of the worlde/but not the clene Floure.Is here nowe grauen/to whom bewtye was lent
In this graue full derke/nowe is her bowre
That by her lyfe was swete and redolent
But nowe that she is from this lyfe blynt
Thoughe she were swete/nowe fowly doth she stynke
A myrror good/for all that on her thynke.
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