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Here begynneth the passe tyme of pleasure	A
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Ryyght myghty prynce redoubted souerayne	B
Saylynge forthe well in the shyppe of grace	C
Ouer the wawes of this lyfe vncertayne	B
Ryght towarde heuen to haue dwellynge place	C
Grace dothe you guyde in euery doubtfull cace	C
Your gouernaunce dothe euermore eschewe	D
The synne of slouthe enemy to vertewe	D
Grace stereth well the grace of god is grete	E
Whiche you hathe brought to your ryall se	C
And in your ryght it hath you surely sette	F
Aboue vs all to haue the soueraynte	F
Whose worthy power and regall dygnyte	F
All our rancour and our debate and ceace	C
Hath to vs brought bothe welthe reste and peace	C
Frome whome dyscendeth by the ryghtfull lyne	B
Noble pryuce Henry to succede the crowne	B
That in his youthe dothe so clerely shyne	B
In euery vertu castynge the vyce adowne	B
He shall of fame attayne the hye renowne	B
No doubte but grace shall hym well enclose	C
Whiche by trewe ryght sprange of the reed rose	C
Your noble grace and excellent hyenes	C
For to accepte I beseche ryght humbly	G
This lytell boke opprest with rudenes	C
Without rethorycke or colour crafty	G
Nothynge I am experte in poetry	G
As the monke of Bury floure of eloquence	C
Whiche was in tyme of grete excellence	C
Of your predecessour the v kynge henry	G
Vnto whose grace he dyde present	F
Ryght famous bokes of parfyte memory	G
Of his faynynge with termes eloquent	F
Whose fatall fyccyons are yet permanent	F
Grounded on reason with clowdy fygures	C
He cloked the trouthe of all his scryptures	C
The lyght of trouthe I lacke connynge to cloke	H
To drawe a curtayne I dare not to presume	I
Nor hyde my mater with a mysty smoke	H
My rudenes connynge dothe so sore c sume	I
Yet as I maye I shall blowe out a fume	I
To hyde my mynde vnderneth a fable	J
By conuert colour well and probable	J
Besechynge your grace to pardon myne ignoraunce	C
Whiche this fayned fable to eschewe ydlenesse	C
Hane so compyled now without doubtaunce	C
For to present to your hye worthynesse	C
To folowe the trace and all the parfytenesse	C
Of my mayster Lydgate with due exercyse	C
Suche fayned tales I do fynde and deuyse	C
For vnder a colour a truthe maye aryse	C
As was the guyse in olde antyquyte	F
Of the poetes olde a tale to surmyse	C
To cloke the trouthe of theyr infyrmyte	F
Or yet on Ioye to haue moralyte	F
I me excuse yf by neclygence	C
That I do offende for lacke of scyence	C
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How graunde Amoure walked in a medowe met with fame enuyronned with tongues of fyre ca i	K
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Whan Phebus entred was in Gemyny	B
Shynynge aboue in his fayre golden spere	G
And horned Dyane than but one degre	G
In the Crabbe hadde entred fayre and clere	G
Whan that Aurora dyde well appere	G
In the depured ayre and cruddy fyrmament	F
Forthe than I walked without impedyment	F
In to a medowe bothe gaye and gloryous	C
Whiche Flora depaynted with many a colour	G
Lyke a place of pleasure most solacyous	C
Encensynge out the aromatyke odoure	G
Of zepherus brethe whiche that euery floure	G
Throughe his fume dothe alwaye engendre	G
So as I went amonge the floures tendre	G
By sodayne chaunce a fayre pathe I founde	F
On whiche I loked and ryght ofte I mused	F
And than all aboute I behelde the grounde	F
With the fayre pathe whiche I sawe so vsed	F
My chaunce or fortune I nothynge refused	F
But in the pathe forthe I went a pace	C
To knowe whyther and vnto what place	C
It wolde me brynge by ony symylytude	F
So forthe I wente were it ryght or wronge	L
Tyll that I sawe of ryall pulcrytude	F
Before my face an ymage fayre and stronge	L
With two fayre handes stretched out alonge	L
Vnto two hye wayes there in pertycyon	B
And in the ryght hande was this dyscrypcyon	B
This is the streyght waye of contemplacyon	B
Vnto the Ioyfull toure pedurable	J
Who that wyll walke vnto that mancyon	B
He must forsake all thynges varyable	J
With the vayneglory somoche deceyuable	J
And thoughe the waye be harde and daungerous	C
The laste ende therof shall be ryght precyous	C
And in the other hande ryght fayre wryten was	C
This is the waye of worldly dygnyte	F
Of the actyfe lyfe who wyll in it passe	C
Vnto the toure of fayre dame beaute	F
Fame shall tell hym of the waye in certaynte	F
Vnto labell pucell the fayre lady excellent	F
Aboue all other in clere beaute splendent	F
I behelde ryght well bothe the wayes twayne	B
And mused oft whiche was best to take	M
The one was sharpe the other was more playne	B
And vnto my selfe I began to make	M
A sodayne argument for I myght not slake	M
Of my grete musynge of this ryall ymage	L
And of these two wayes somoche in vsage	L
For this goodly pycture was in altytude	F
Nyne fote and more of fayre marble stone	B
Ryght well fauoured and of grete fortytude	F
Thoughe it were made full many yeres agone	B
Thus stode I musynge my selfe all alone	B
By ryhgt longe tyme but at the last I went	F
The actyfe waye with all my hole entent	F
Thus all alone I began to trauayle	J
Forthe on my waye by longe contynuaunce	C
But often tymes I hadde grete meruayle	J
Of the bypathes so full of pleasaunce	C
Whiche for to take I hadde grete doubtaunce	C
But euermore as nere as I myght	F
I toke the waye whiche went before me ryght	F
And at the last whan Phebus in the west	F
Gan to auayle with all his beames mery	G
Whan clere Dyana in the fayre southest	F
Gan for to ryse lyghtynge our emyspery	G
With cloudes clere without the stormy pery	G
Me thought a fer I hadde a vysyon	B
Of a pycture of meruoylous facyon	B
To whiche I went without lenger delaye	N
Beholdynge well the ryght fayre purtrayture	G
Made of fyne copre shynynge fayre and gaye	N
Full well truely accordynge to mesure	G
And as I thought ix fote of stature	G
Yet in the breste with lettres fayre ande blewe	D
Was wryten a sentence olde and trewe	D
This is the waye and the sytuacyon	B
Vnto the toure of famous doctryne	B
Who that wyll lerne must be ruled by reason	B
And with all his dylygence he must enclyne	B
Slouthe to eschewe and for to determyne	B
And set his hert to be intellygyble	J
To a wyllynge herte is nought Impossyble	J
Besyde the ymage I adowne me sette	F
After my laboure myselfe to repose	C
Tyll at the last with a gaspynge nette	F
Slouthe my heed caught with his hole purpose	C
It vayled not the body for to dyspose	C
Agaynst the heed whan it is applyed	F
The heed must rule it can not be denyed	F
Thus as I satte in a deedly slombre	G
Of a grete horne I herde a ryall blast	F
With whiche I awoke and hadde a grete wondre	G
From whens it came it made me sore agast	F
I loked aboute the nyght was well nere paste	F
And fayre golden Phebus in the morowe graye	N
With cloude reed began to breke the daye	N
I sawe come rydynge in a valaye ferre	G
A goodly lady enuyronned aboute	F
With tongues of fyre as bryght as ony sterre	G
That fyry flambes ensensed alwaye out	F
Whiche I behelde and was in grete doubt	F
Her palfraye swyfte rennynge as the wynde	F
With two whyte grehoundes that were not behynde	F
Whan that these grehoundes had me so espyed	F
With faunynge chere of grete humylyte	F
In goodly hast they fast vnto me hyed	F
I mused why and wherfore it shoulde be	G
But I welcomed them in euery degre	G
They leped ofte and were of me ryght fayne	B
I suffred them and cherysshed them agayne	B
Theyr colers were of golde and of tyssue fyne	B
Wherin theyr names appered by scypture	G
Of Dyamondes that clerely do shyne	B
The lettres were grauen fayre and pure	G
To rede rheyr names I dyde my besy cure	G
The one was gouernaunce the other named grace	C
Than was I gladde of all this sodayne cace	C
And than the lady with fyry flame	I
Of brennynge tongues was in my presence	C
Vpon her palfraye whiche hadde vnto name	I
Pegase the swyfte so fayre in excellence	C
Whiche somtyme longed with his premynence	C
To kynge Percyus the sone of Iubyter	G
On whome he rode by the worlde so fer	G
To me she sayde she meruayled	F

Stephen Hawes

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