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William Conquerour. An. Dom. 1066.
VVhen Britains, Romanes, Saxons, Danes had done,The Normans (fiftly) Englands glory won,
New Lords brought in new Lawes incontinent,
And all were Conquer'd but the County Kent.
King William (after he had all surpriz'd)
Insulted, domineer'd, and tyranniz'd,
All Englishmen (like slaues) their doores must lock,
On paine of death, each night at eight of clocke.
The English from all Office were disgrac'd,
And in their places the proud French were plac'd.
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Disdaining men should speake the English tongue.
And so to bring our memory to naught,
The Grammar and the Lawes in French were taught.
King Swanus Sonnes, with Danes a mighty band,
Arriu'd in Humber to inuade the Land,
Then Yorke was burnt, the wealth away was borne,
And Danes on Composition home did turne.
A dearth in England was so great, that heere
Cats, Dogs, and mans flesh, was our wofull cheere.
The Mercians and Northumbers they rebel'd,
Strong warres the Scots within our Country held:
The Ile of Fly did the King surprize,
He caus'd the Rebels lose hands, feet, and eyes.
The Normans did rebell and were subdu'd,
Danes came and fled, with all their multitude.
The Kings sonne (Robert) by the French Kings ayd,
Did diuers parts of Normandy inuade.
The Scots spoild England, with all might and maine,
And Durhams Bishop in a broyle was slaine,
Heere euery Acre of mens Lands were measur'd.
And by a heauy taxe the King was treasur'd:
Slaine by a Deere the Kings sonne lost his life,
And Glassenbury Monkes were kill'd in strife.
The English Nobles almost were decay'd,
And euery place of rule the Normans swai'd.
And all mens goods and lands, and coyn were rated
Through England, and vnto the King related.
The French mens pride did England ouerwhelme,
And grieuous tributes did oppresse the Realme.
Churches and Chappels were throwne down with speed,
To make New Forrest as the King decreed:
Who hauing rul'd in trouble, toyle and care,
And tryannously pol'd this Kingdome bare,
Neere twenty one yeeres, death was then his bane:
He lyes in Normandy, enterr'd at Caue.
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