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[Chronicle of Fabyan]

[by Robert Fabyan

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[The laughynge tymes/with theyr Crymes spent]

[The laughynge tymes/with theyr Crymes spent]

The laughynge tymes/with theyr Crymes spent
Thou Barboure are ronue/the whiche by sodayne fate
Are nowe forboden/wherof the clere entent
Thou myght haue knowen/Dām aright well the state
When thou by meanes/whiche were inordinat
Put vnto deth/many an Innocent man
By cruell malyce/and well remembryd than.
That of lowe byrth/Flaundres thy moder the fedde
And taught the a crafte/thy heer well to shaue
Lucecia that Cytie/where thou thy lyfe ledde
Wytnessyth the a seruaunt/therin thy lyuynge to craue
And for thy dayes/an honest lyfe to haue
But whan thou were/in Lowys Court vp brought
Than had thou no mynde/that thou were come of nought.
But lyke the helle hounde/thou waxed full furyous
Expressynge thy malyce/when thou to honour styed
Thynkynge forsomoche/as that prynce bounteuous
His hede and berde to be/he nought denyed


And withall worldly pleasure/he also the allyed
The before his prynces/makynge his gouernour
Thy selfe thou blyndest/with worldly vayne honour.
Whiche made the so proude/thou Sone of harde Neroun
That none myght lyue/that thou accusyd of Cryme
No man was cursyd/nor none had punyssion
That wolde thy hande/with golde of gyftes lyme
And who that nat/his gyfte offred in tyme
Outher deth or exyle/to hym was soone applyed
For as Iuge and hangman/thou all thynge excercised.
Thou Reygned longe ynough/but now are sprongennewe
Sterrys to the worlde/and fledde is now clerely
The Scelerat flokke/wherfore thou Barbour yet Rewe
Thyne odyous Actes/whiche haue the sodaynly
Cast downe from welth/in snarys bytterly
For also Danyell/the moste odyous fere
Dampnyth the of Cryme/whiche with the deth here.
I knowe nat what of the/the vpper bodyes aboue
Haue defyned/whether by sworde or by gybet
Thou shuld ende the lyfe/but one thynge I approue
The sentence hooly/of the people is sette
That on a Galowe/thou shulde paye deth his dette
Inwardly therfore/bewayll so thyne offence
That by this deth/to god thou mayst make recompence.