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EACH beast can choose his fere according to his mind	A
And eke can show a friendly chere like to their beastly kind	A
A lion saw I late as white as any snow	B
Which seemed well to lead the race his port the same did show	B
Upon the gentle beast to gaze it pleased me	C
For still methought he seemed well of noble blood to be	C
And as he pranced before still seeking for a make	D
As who would say 'There is none here I trow will me forsake'	D
I might perceive a Wolf as white as whal sbone	B
A fairer beast of fresher hue beheld I never none	B
Save that her looks were coy and froward eke her grace	E
Unto the which this gentle beast gan him advance apace	E
And with a beck full low he bowed at her feet	F
In humble wise as who would say 'I am too far unmeet '	G
But such a scornful chere wherewith she him rewarded	H
Was never seen I trow the like to such as well deserved	I
With that she start aside well near a foot or twain	B
And unto him thus gan she say with spite and great disdain	B
'Lion ' she said 'if thou hadst known my mind before	J
Thou hadst not spent thy travail thus nor all thy pain for lore	J
Do way I let thee weet thou shalt not play with me	C
Go range about where thou mayst find some meeter fere for thee '	G
With that he beat his tail his eyes began to flame	K
I might perceive his noble heart much moved by the same	K
Yet saw I him refrain and eke his wrath assuage	L
And unto her thus gan he say when he was past his rage	L
' Cruel you do me wrong to set me thus so light	M
Without desert for my good will to shew me such despite	M
How can ye thus intreat a Lion of the race	E
That with his paws a crowned king devoured in the place	E
Whose nature is to prey upon no simple food	N
As long as he may suck the flesh and drink of noble blood	O
If you be fair and fresh am I not of your hue	P
And for my vaunt I dare well say my blood is not untrue	P
For you yourself have heard it is not long ago	D
Sith that for love one of the race did end his life in woe	D
In tower both strong and high for his assured truth	Q
Whereas in tears he spent his breath alas the more the ruth	Q
This gentle beast so died whom nothing could remove	R
But willingly to lese his life for loss of his true love	S
Other there be whose lives do linger still in pain	B
Against their will preserved are that would have died fain	B
But now I do perceive that nought it moveth you	P
My good intent my gentle heart nor yet my kind so true	P
But that your will is such to lure me to the trade	T
As other some full many years trace by the craft ye made	T
And thus behold my kinds how that we differ far	U
I seek my foes and you your friends do threaten still with war	J
I fawn where I am fled you slay that seeks to you	P
I can devour no yielding prey you kill where you subdue	P
My kind is to desire the honour of the field	V
And you with blood to slake your thirst on such as to you yield	V
Wherefore I would you wist that for your coyed looks	W
I am no man that will be trapp'd nor tangled with such hooks	W
And though some lust to love where blame full well they might	M
And to such beasts of current sought that should have travail bright	M
I will observe the law that Nature gave to me	C
To conquer such as will resist and let the rest go free	C
And as a falcon free that soareth in the air	X
Which never fed on hand nor lure nor for no stale doth care	X
While that I live and breathe such shall my custom be	C
In wildness of the woods to seek my prey where pleaseth me	C
Where many one shall rue that never made offence	W
Thus your refuse against my power shall boot them no defence	W
And for revenge thereof I vow and swear thereto	M
A thousand spoils I shall commit I never thought to do	M
And if to light on you my luck so good shall be	C
I shall be glad to feed on that that would have fed on me	C
And thus farewell Unkind to whom I bent and bow	Y
I would you wist the ship is safe that bare his sails so low	D
Sith that a Lion's heart is for a Wolf no prey	Z
With bloody mouth go slake your thirst on simple sheep I say	Z
With more despite and ire than I can now express	W
Which to my pain though I refrain the cause you may well guess	W
As for because myself was author of the game	K
It boots me not that for my wrath I should disturb the same	K

Henry Howard

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