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[Chronicle of Fabyan]

[by Robert Fabyan

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Septima Pars Secundi.
  
  
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Septima Pars Secundi.

[Suffysyth nowe this Graue/to whom all erthly thynge]

Suffysyth nowe this Graue/to whom all erthly thynge
Suffysed not/my mynde so hyghe was sette
Tyme that was shorte/my name wyde dyd sprynge
which fame by deth/is into shortnesse fette
Kynge Henry was I called/no man I thought my bette
Whose mynde some tyme/all Erth not suffysed
Uiii. fote of Grounde nowe hath my Body comprysed.
Thou that this redeste/the parell of deth/and in me
Thou mayste beholde/the cource of euery wyght


That erthely is/wherfore prouyde and se
That thou wele may doo/shortly do it/& tyght
Dyffer not tyme/for I assertayne the Right
The worlde is transytory/and vnwarely men takyth
Cruell deth/from whom none astate escapeth.


Lenuoye.

Prece forth rude volume and recōmende me
To my derest frende experte in all Scyence
Praye hym at leysour/the to ouerse
And where in meter or prose he fyndeth offence
Or congrewe Englynsshe/or of parfyte sentence
Humbely hym praye/that he woll the correcte
Which in all his faytes/is so circumspecte.
And shewe to hym forther/his meret to Encreace
The seconde volume/is redy to hym dyght
Praye hym he woll not/therefore with the sursease
Tyll that thy Felowe/he haue by his Insyght
And by his scyence/brought in so good plyght
That to all reders it may be delectable
And to the herers frutefull and profytable.
And not to disdayne my malapert rudenesse
That to his Payne/I shuld thus boldely sende
Or hym to wyll/to suche great busynesse
So rude a werke/to correcte and amende
But shewe hym sothly/that all that I entende
Is for to enhaunce/his prayse and great lawde
As he shall knowe/I truste without Frawde.
Finis.