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[This sorowfull deth/whiche bryngeth greatfull lowe]
This sorowfull deth/whiche bryngeth greatfull lowe
And moost and leest/he Ioyneth into one
This man to whom his pere was nat knowe
Hath now subduyd/nat sparynge hym alone
Whiche of all other/this worlde to ouergone
None was to be sparyd/of so great Equytie
As he/if any/for noblesse sparyd shulde be.
And moost and leest/he Ioyneth into one
This man to whom his pere was nat knowe
Hath now subduyd/nat sparynge hym alone
Whiche of all other/this worlde to ouergone
None was to be sparyd/of so great Equytie
As he/if any/for noblesse sparyd shulde be.
Therfore thou noble or myghty/truste none other grace
But thou shalt pay to deth/thy naturall dette
And lyke as he/from this worlde dyd chace
This myghty prynce/and from his frendes fette
Fro whom all Englande/loude mournyd and grette
So shall thou and other/in dethes snare fall
None shall escape/to rekyn kyndes all
But thou shalt pay to deth/thy naturall dette
And lyke as he/from this worlde dyd chace
This myghty prynce/and from his frendes fette
Fro whom all Englande/loude mournyd and grette
So shall thou and other/in dethes snare fall
None shall escape/to rekyn kyndes all
Edwarde with many/and dyuers gracis endowyd
And lyke as Nardus/moost swetest of odoure
In smellynge passeth/and moost he is allowyd
Of all swete odours/so dyd this knyghtly floure
By vertuous actes/Surmount in honoure
All other Prynces/whose herte was lybarde lyke
And without fere/were he hole or syke.
And lyke as Nardus/moost swetest of odoure
In smellynge passeth/and moost he is allowyd
Of all swete odours/so dyd this knyghtly floure
By vertuous actes/Surmount in honoure
All other Prynces/whose herte was lybarde lyke
And without fere/were he hole or syke.
This prynce was slewe/to all maner of stryfe
Discrete and wyse/and trewe of his worde
In Armys a Geaunt/by terme of all his lyfe
Excellynge Actes/doynge by dynt of the sworde
Subduyd the proude/of prudence he bare the horde
Of Flaunders by fate/he had great Amyte
And Walshe/and Scottes/by strength subduyd he
Discrete and wyse/and trewe of his worde
In Armys a Geaunt/by terme of all his lyfe
Excellynge Actes/doynge by dynt of the sworde
Subduyd the proude/of prudence he bare the horde
Of Flaunders by fate/he had great Amyte
And Walshe/and Scottes/by strength subduyd he
This good kynge perelesse/his landes fermly gyded
What Nature myght gyue/he fayled of it no thynge
No parte of Boūte/from his was discided
He was Iustyce and peas/and of lawe stablysshynge
And chaser of iniquyte/by his vertuous lyuynge
In whom these graces/with innumerable mo
Fermly were roted/that deth hath tane vs fro.
What Nature myght gyue/he fayled of it no thynge
No parte of Boūte/from his was discided
He was Iustyce and peas/and of lawe stablysshynge
And chaser of iniquyte/by his vertuous lyuynge
In whom these graces/with innumerable mo
Fermly were roted/that deth hath tane vs fro.
That whylom was a kynge/nowe is but duste and bone
All glorye is fallen/And this pytte kepyth the kynge
But he that yeldyth/all thynge by his one
The sone of god/to whom aboue all thynge
With herte and mouth/he dyd due worshyppynge
That lorde of his Ioy/perdurable to laste
Graunt hym sorowlesse/euermore to taste.
All glorye is fallen/And this pytte kepyth the kynge
But he that yeldyth/all thynge by his one
The sone of god/to whom aboue all thynge
With herte and mouth/he dyd due worshyppynge
That lorde of his Ioy/perdurable to laste
Graunt hym sorowlesse/euermore to taste.
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