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Uppon a Deedmans Hed
06:48
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Youre ugly tokyn
My mynd hath brokyn
From worldly lust;
For I have dyscust
We ar but dust,
And dy we must.
It is generall
To be mortall
I have well espyde
No man may hym hyde
From Deth holow eyed,
With synnews wyderyd,
With bonys shyderyd,
With hys worme etyn maw,
And hys gastly jaw
Nakyd of hyde,
Neyther flesh nor fell.
Loke that ye spell
Well thys gospell;
For wher so we dwell
Deth wyll us qwell,
And with us mell.
Oure days be datyd,
To be chekmatyd
With drawttys of deth,
Stoppyng oure breth;
Oure eyen synkyng,
Oure bodys stynkyng,
Oure gummys grynnyng,
Oure soulys brynnyng!
To whom, then, shall we sew
For to haue rescew,
But to swete Jesu
On us then for to rew?
O goodly chyld
Of Mary mylde,
Then be oure shylde!
That we be not exyld
To the dyne dale
Of boteles bale,
Nor to the lake
Of fendys blake.
But graunt us grace
To se thy face,
And to purchace
Thyne hevenly place,
And thy palace,
Full of solace,
Above the sky
That is so hy,
Eternally
To beholde and se
The Trynyte!
Amen.
Myrres vous y...
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Merry Margaret,
As midsummer flower,
Gentle as a falcon
Or hawk of the tower:
With solace and gladness,
Much mirth and no madness,
All good and no badness;
So joyously,
So maidenly,
So womanly
Her demeaning
In every thing,
Far, far passing
That I can indite,
Or suffice to write
Of Merry Margaret
As patient and still
And as full of good will
As fair Isaphill,
Coriander,
Sweet pomander,
Good Cassander,
Steadfast of thought,
Well made, well wrought,
Far may be sought
Ere that ye can find
So courteous, so kind...
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Ware the Hauke
10:50
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He shall be as now nameles,
But he shall not be blameles,
Nor he shall not be shameles;
For sure he wrought amys,
To hawke in my church of Dys..
He made his hawke to fly,
With hogeous showte and cry.
The hy auter he strypte naked;
There on he stode, and craked;
He shoke downe all the clothis,
And sware horrible othes
Before the face of God,
By Moyses and Arons rod,
Or that he thens yede,
His hawke shulde pray and fede
Upon a pigeons maw.
The bloude ran downe raw
Upon the auter stone.
His seconde hawke wexid gery,
And was with flying wery;
She had flowin so oft,
That on the rode loft
She perkyd her to rest.
The fauconer then was prest,
Came runnynge with a dow,
And cryed, ‘Stow, stow, stow!’
Her mete was very crude,
She had not wel endude;
She was not clene ensaymed,
She was not well reclaymed
Full upon the gorge.
I wyll not fayne nor forge;
The hawke with that clap
Fell downe with evyll hap.
The church dores were sparred,
Fast boltyd and barryd,
Yet wyth a prety gyn
I fortuned to come in,
This rebell to beholde,
Wherof I hym controlde;
But he sayde that he woulde
Agaynst my mynde and wyll
In my churche hawke styll.
On Saynt John decollacion
He hawked on this facion,
But who so that lokys
In the officiallis bokys,
Ther he may se and reed
That this is matter indeed.
How be it, mayden Meed,
Made theym to be agreed;
And so the Scrybe was feed,
And the Pharasay
Then durst nothing say,
But let the matter slyp,
And made truth to trip;
Ware the hawke!
Maister sophista,
Ye simplex silogista,
Ye develysh dogmatista,
Your hawke on your fista,
To hawke when you lista
In ecclesia ista,
Ware the hawke!
icculo lutveris est colo bunraaran
Nixphedras visarum caniuter tuntantes
Raterplas Natanbrian umsudus itnugenus.
18.10.2.11.19.4.13.3.4.1.tenvalet.
Chartula stet, precor, hec nullo temeranda petulco:
Hos rapiet numeros non homo, sed mala bos.
Ex parte rem cartae adverte aperte, pone musam
Arethusam hanc.
Ware the hawke!
This dowtles ye ravyd,
Dys church ye thus depravyd;
Wherfore, as I be savyd,
Ye are therefore beknavyd.
Ware he hawke!
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