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¶A pretye complaynt of Peace that was banyshed out of dyuers countreys and brought by Welth in-to England / and than fearyng both to be thens exiled, made great mone / vntyl Prudence retayned them agayne. | |
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¶The prologe to the reder. |
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AS one vnworthy to wryte or dedicate | |
For lacke of conning or pleasaunt eloquence | |
This simple worke, to any great estate | |
Or vnto them whiche haue experience | |
5 | Of goodly lernynge by grace and influence |
yet my poore hert which wyssheth all-thynge well | |
Wold Peace and Welth in England styl shold dwell | |
The poorest sorte therfore I do nowe praye | |
This for to rede, for they may dayly se | |
10 | That where a house is fallen in decaye |
It hath moost nede, newe mended for to be | |
So is this mater moost mete for pouerte | |
That nede of welth, which doth complayne and tell | |
That Peace and he in Englande coulde not dwell | |
15 | How-beit all men I hertely desyre |
For to receyue my true intencion | |
Whiche by this treatyse shall playnly well appere | |
That to my countrey I haue so good affection | |
To shewe the people, what hurt commeth of discencion | |
20 | Wherfore yf ye wyll florysshe and excell |
Let Peace and Welth, in Englande euer dwell | |
¶The ende of the prologe. |
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¶The complaynte of Peace. |
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WEre it for theyr profyte that on euery syde | |
Men me refused I coulde be content | |
But seynge that in all the worlde so wyde | |
Where I am not, they haue cause to lament | |
5 | Why wolde I than theyr madnes repent |
Whiche euer-more are redy to rebell | |
And me exyle, which with them fayne wold dwell | |
And yet of pity I greatly do bewayle | |
Theyr vnkyndnes and inf[e]licite infelicite] infilicite 1538 | |
10 | To se the sorowe / the labour, and trauayle |
That foloweth euer where-as they banysshe me | |
Yet one by an-other can not warned be | |
Untyll they fele suche wo and greuous payne | |
That they are glad to wys[s]he for me agayne wysshe] wysfhe 1538 | |
15 | Who wyll mourne at theyr misery |
Or who may say one worde in theyr defence | |
For here I plede for my-selfe truly | |
That to no man I neuer dyd offence | |
But euer commaunded, trouthe and obedience | |
20 | Unto theyr prynce / and one to loue an-other |
As it besemeth euery chrysten brother | |
The brute beestes whiche lacke reason and wyt | |
Unto your shame, shewe loue and amitie | |
O folysshe man why doest thou than forget | |
25 | Thy name / thy nature / and eke thy dignitie |
Remembre lyke whom, that god hath formed the | |
And the hath made a creature reasonable | |
Mete to receyue his gyftes incomparable | |
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And yf that beestes / truly dyd me despyse | |
30 | I wolde impute the contumely |
Therof to nat[u]re / but ye that sholde be wyse | |
And haue of reason the very vse onely | |
Which that they lacke / yet shewe they forth dayly | |
More frendly concorde accordynge to theyr kynde | |
35 | Than any men that I can se or fynde |
Beholde the byrdes in companyes that fle | |
Note how the dere, and shepe in herdes do fede | |
The fysshe by scoles that swym as ye may se | |
The swarmes of bees / and also ye may rede | |
40 | Of lytle antes the polesye and gyde |
And many beestes that seldome fight and rage | |
But man with reason sheweth hym more sauage | |
Me-thynke that man of nature wolde desyre | |
To lyue in peace / remembrynge in his mynde | |
45 | How poore and naked he fyrst in entred here |
Whan nature onely was to hym suche a frende | |
To gyue hym souke / to swadell, and to wynde | |
Whiche elles forthwith than in his infancye | |
Must nedes haue dyed, there was no remedy | |
50 | And yet yf nature with you can haue no place |
In whom that reason ought to be resident | |
Whiche in brute beestes auayleth in that case | |
I wyll you shewe a thynge more excellent | |
Whiche sholde perswade, your frowarde yll intent | |
55 | To loue / which is of Chryst the true doctryne |
And ought to be your onely discyplyne | |
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That doctryne onely ye say you haue profest | |
Where are the dedes that sholde it than declare | |
Of concorde / peace / quietnes / and rest | |
60 | Whan one with other, to fyght styll wyll not spare |
I am a byrde that sene is very rare | |
In any lande there to contynue longe | |
Yet euer gladly I wolde them amonge | |
But I am dryuen away on euery syde | |
65 | From lande to lande wors than a banysshed man |
In any countrey, small tyme I do abyde | |
I am full wery / what remedy nowe than | |
Is there no counsell, that any gyue me can | |
Where that I may nowe haue a restynge-place | |
70 | Amonge some people, that haue so good a grace |
In Fraunce I trusted amonge them for to dwell | |
But there I founde my purpose was in vayne | |
For they full fearsly away dyd me expell | |
Than fled I thens to Flaunders and to Spayne | |
75 | But warre myne enemy persued fast agyane |
So that I was from thens full fayne to flye | |
In sundry countreys, and so to Italye | |
In Italy I was a certayne space | |
And sawe the bysshop with his cardinals | |
80 | Dwellyng in Rome, with whom I found smal grace |
I may them lyke full well to paynted wals | |
Recorde of Paule, whiche one of them so cals | |
Whiche dyd hym stryke / nothyng vnto his prayse | |
Agayne my wyll, whiche that am called Pease | |
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85 | I dyd abhorre theyr great abhominacion |
To se howe lordly they dyd bothe go and ryde | |
Nothynge lyke to Chrystes apostles fasshyon | |
There was couetous / lechery / and pryde | |
With other knackes, that I coulde not abyde | |
90 | For prety poyson, there wrought so preuyly |
I had small comforte to dwell in Italy | |
Than as I mused whyther for to fare | |
Whan as an outlawe they dyd me reprehende | |
A frende of myne byd me not to care | |
95 | For in-to Englande he sayd he wolde me sende |
Whiche countrey to me so hyly dyd commende | |
And his reporte I toke it also sure | |
That there for euer I thought styll to endure | |
Of welth I herde this goodly commendacion | |
100 | Whiche to me truly was no small comforte |
To here of Englande the goodly cytuacion | |
Wherfore in haste I gate me to a porte | |
And sayled thens vntyll I dyd resorte | |
Unto that lande, where euen as welth had sayd | |
105 | I founde all-thyng, whiche made me well apayde |
For in that region I had full gentyll chere | |
With welth my frende that helde me company | |
Whiche in Englande had dwelled many yere | |
And me assured that euen so sholde I | |
110 | Wherto I agreed, and so we bothe truly |
Came to a city / where all-thynge was pleasaunt | |
Called London, somtyme Troye_nouaunt | |
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This city to me all other dyd excell | |
Theyr goodly ordre was to me great pleasure | |
115 | There found I concorde which lyked me ful well |
With true dealyng / iust wayght / and good measure | |
Plenty of vitayle / golde, and great treasure | |
And Iustyce ruled there moost lyke a kynge | |
Whiche was to me surely a full ioyfull thynge | |
120 | The poore people I sawe them fast apply |
Theyr true labour, theyr housoldes to maynteyn housoldes: =households | |
That glad I was to se how louyngly | |
One dyd for other, refusynge no great payne | |
Loue in theyr hertes appered there so playne | |
125 | That there was neighbour, come dyne and go with me |
And I shall surely go twyse as farre with the | |
Those louynge wordes greatly dyd me reioyce | |
So that I was in great felicitye | |
But sodeynly I herde a wonders noyse | |
130 | Of one, Discencyon, come in the north-countree |
Whiche was euer an enemy to me | |
And men of hym so greatly spake and sayd | |
That I was neuer before so moche afrayde | |
Yet dyd I hyde me there full preuely | |
135 | In hope that wysedome, wolde put hym to flyght |
How-beit I sawe there was no remedy | |
But that to warre all men were redy dyght | |
Wantyng nothyng that shold them helpe to fight | |
Full wo was I to se poore wyues mone | |
140 | For theyr husbandes which to the war were gone |
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Me-thought London was chaunged sodeynly | |
For there was romblyng and serche on euery syde | |
For bowes / bylles / speres / and swerdes truly | |
For gonnes / gonpoudre / and horses for to ryde | |
145 | Alas thought I what shall of me betyde |
Suche ratlynge of har[n]eys I dyd both here and se | |
That I am dryuen from hens away to fle | |
Than in a nyght I stale me thens away | |
And toke my iourney towarde the west-country | |
150 | The next mornyng soone after sprynge of day sprynge] sprynnge 1538 |
I had espyed a ryght great company | |
Of harneysed men / than in a busshe crepte I | |
Tyll they were paste / I was full sore afrayde | |
They clatered cornish I know not what they said | |
155 | But than I was brought in-to moche dispayre |
For west nor Eest, I wyst not where to go | |
In all Englande I sawe men dyd repayre | |
To warre / to warre / my cruell mortall fo | |
And as I was in this distresse and wo | |
160 | I sawe one commyng full sad with heuy chere |
Not lyke to fyght, to whom I drewe me nere | |
He dyd salute me with all gentylnes | |
Me-thought he was a man of honeste | |
How-beit his chere suche sorow dyd expres | |
165 | That I forgate playne what that he sholde be |
With his sad garmentes, which mornyng were to se | |
Untyll he spake, and toke me by the hande | |
And sayd he was lyke to forsake this lande | |
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Than by his voyce I knewe full well his name | |
170 | Which yet was chaunged through wo and pensifnes |
What Welth sayd I? ye Peace quod he the same | |
Where art thou bounde in this great heuynes | |
It dothe appere thou arte in wofulnes | |
And yf in Englande there be no place for the | |
175 | Than knowe I well there is no grace for me |
¶Welthe. |
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No no Peace, thou must from hens departe | |
And so must I, which doth me moche repent | |
The people are so fonde and ouerthwarte | |
That vntyll we a whyle haue ben absent | |
180 | And warre haue made them bare and indigent |
They wyll not knowe the great diuersite | |
Of Peace, and warre / Welth, and aduersite | |
O Englande, Englande it dothe me greatly rue | |
The to forsake, whiche than must nedes decaye | |
185 | How-beit thy people so frayle are and vntrue |
That Peace and I with you abyde not maye | |
Whiche wyll at length, surely cause you to saye | |
Alas that euer we were so madde and wode | |
Them to exyle whiche were our frendes so good | |
190 | Forsoth Peace / this dare I sure affarme |
Of Englande haue I suche experience | |
That no countrey is able do it harme | |
And yf they kepe theyr true obedience | |
This lande sure is of suche excellence | |
195 | They nede not feare no chrysten kynge nor Iewe |
Yf in them-selfe they be both iust and trewe | |
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Welth thou hast spoken not all that might be said | |
Of pleasaunt Englande, but nowe let it suffyse | |
For I ensure the I am full sore afrayde | |
200 | To se the people on euery syde aryse |
Wherfore I pray the nowe gyue me thyne aduyse | |
This goodly countrey I wolde not yet forsake | |
And yf I wyst the besynes wolde aslake | |
¶Welthe. |
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To gyue the counsell nowe beynge in distresse | |
205 | I am in doubte what I to the may say |
Which am in daunger as moche as thou doubtles | |
But yf thou wylte nedes tary and assay | |
Yf that the worlde wyll turne a better way | |
In-to some abbey amonge religious men | |
210 | There hyde thy-selfe, that is my counsell then |
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Nay nay, by god I thynke not that waye best | |
I do mystrust theyr cloked holynes | |
There is no place for me to hyde in rest | |
For some men thynke that of this besynes | |
215 | Yf all were tryed they wolde not be gyltles |
Wherfore those felowes I dare not come a_nye | |
For feare some-thyng be founde with them a_wrye | |
What may I do now for a certeyne space | |
To se yf that this mater wyll amende | |
220 | For in no towne I dare ones shewe my face |
Wel in-to wyldernes, I wyll now surely wende | |
And there to tary a tyme I do intende | |
My frende welth, what shal become of the | |
Wylt thou not now a whyle go dwel with me | |
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225 | Alas Peace to lyue in wylde deserte |
I haue not vsed, wherfore it wolde me greue | |
How sholde I welth there haue a mery herte | |
Where is no comforte, no socour nor relyue | |
But here of promes my trouth to the I gyue | |
230 | And yf thou wylte in wyldernes go dwel |
I wyll go se yf all-thynge may be wel | |
For to the courte I wyll strayght take my way | |
I am in fauour with the kynges counsell | |
There shal I heare some-thyng what they do say | |
235 | Of that false knaue (Discencion) that rebell |
And yf of trouthe that I may ones heare tel | |
That he be gone, with spede I wyll me hye | |
To brynge the worde where-euer that thou be | |
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I se wel Welth that thou canst not endure | |
240 | In forestes wylde, amonge the busshes thycke |
Thou hast ben vsed so moche vnto pleasure | |
That cold and hunger perchaunce wold make the sycke | |
Wherfore fare-wel good deynty gentyl greke | |
For at the courte ye wyll go fyll your wallet | |
245 | And in the woodes I must go pyke a sallet |
¶Welthe |
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My frende Peace / I praye the be content | |
My faythfull mynde thou nedest not to mystruste | |
But sythe thou hast a cowardes herte so faynt | |
That in the wodes now nedes hyde the thou must | |
250 | I wyll auenture to proue and se the worst |
And yf that wysdome may cause dyscorde to fle | |
That tydynges in post I wyll sure brynge to the | |
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And yf I se no hope nor remedy | |
But that Discencion is lyke to preuayle | |
255 | Yet vnto the agayne sure come wyll I |
And out of England than wyl we both hens sayle | |
Whiche wyl at length cause them ful sore to wayle | |
Wherfore farewell, syth we must nedes departe | |
And after sorowe god sende a mery herte | |
¶A Wofull complaynt of Peace, whan Welthe had forsaken hym. |
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260 | NOw am I here poore Peace lefte all alone |
Which am constrayned to lyue in wyldernes | |
For welthe my frende vnto the court is gone | |
He must nedes be where-as all pleasure is | |
How-beit I haue yet some comforte of this | |
265 | In courte men say is good to haue a frende |
But out of syght perchaunce wyll out of mynde | |
For welthe in courte where is so good welfare | |
His olde true frendes dothe many tymes forgete | |
And speacyally yf they be poore and bare | |
270 | But yf with welthe no more that I may mete |
Yet suche a let[te]r to hym than wyll I wryte letter] letetr 1538 | |
That he shall knowe he is to moche vnkynde | |
That out of syght I sholde be out of mynde | |
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But of one thynge I am certayne and sure | |
275 | Thoughe Welth / In court lyue well and pleasauntly |
That there he maye no great longe tyme endure | |
Except I Peace / must thyther come truely | |
Wherfore some payne / a whyle suffre wyll I | |
And se whiche waye that hurlle wyll the wynde | |
280 | Thoughe out of syght / I be and out of mynde |
O Welthe Welthe, of the maye I complayne | |
That in-to Englande brought me fyrst to dwell | |
Whiche to forsake / it were to me great payne | |
This goodly countrey forsothe I lyke so well | |
285 | O madde people bothe folyshe and cruell |
Small cause haue ye to triumphe or to ioye | |
Your pleasaunt lande / vnwyselye to destroye | |
Suppose ye by warre to cause it to encrease | |
In honoure, substaunce, ryches, and dygnyte | |
290 | Nay nay trulye / for yf that I poore Peace |
Hens be exyled, than loke for pouerte | |
Warre nothynge bryngeth but great calamite | |
Ye folyshe people / what thynge do ye intende | |
Your owne dystruccyon styll foloweth at the ende | |
295 | For thoughe I coulde now many thynges resyte |
How euyll euer that rebelles haue preuayled | |
Whiche that I thynke not mete as nowe to wryte | |
Yet men alyue are / which that haue bewayled | |
Theyr noughty purpose which falsly hath them failed | |
300 | Aske western men / which ones wer mad and wild |
Howe wel they sped / for goyng to blackheth_felde | |
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I thynke small cause ye haue for to complayne | |
Excepte it be of pleasaunt welthynes | |
For no nacyon indureth lesser payne | |
305 | Who hath it proued / the matter may expres |
But sure in Englande there is moche ydelnes | |
Whiche is the rote of great debate and stryfe | |
For euery wretche wyll lede an easy lyfe | |
Howbeit truely / there is a common sayenge | |
310 | That great ryche-men / and borne to moche lande |
Are chefe causers of good poore-mens decayenge | |
With kepyng of fermes / and pastors in theyr handes | |
I knowe not I / howe that the matter standes matter] matters 1538 | |
But I am sure that Englande maye alone | |
315 | Susteyne his people / requyrynge helpe of none |
What sholde I medle with reragys and fynes | |
Whiche with extremyte / that some men do requere | |
Wherfore poore men / full often grones and whynes | |
Theyr tenementes set so hye and dere | |
320 | They are yll greued and yet they knowe not where |
And of theyr paynes wolde fayne haue remedye | |
How-beit theyr medsyne lyke poyson is contrarye medsyne: =medicine | |
Ye seke for ease as men whiche lacke all wytte | |
And worthy sure / of great reproue and blame | |
325 | God hath ordeyned a Kynge royall and mete |
For to commaunde Iustyce in his name | |
All thynges to order / to setle and to frame | |
Whome that ye ought to honour and obey | |
And not to seke by warre a folyshe way | |
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330 | Warre is the cause of great destruccyon |
It bryngeth men to wretched pouerte | |
And they whiche are / in true possessyon | |
Theyr very ryght causeth them to fle | |
They are to blynde / forsoth that wyll not se | |
335 | The great ruyne that foloweth cruell warre |
Where none is made / but euery man dothe marre | |
For many a Duke / Erle / Lorde / and knyght | |
Which thorowe Peace / do lyue full welth[e]ly welthely] welthly 1538 | |
By forse of warre / are dryuen frome theyr ryght | |
340 | And men of substaunce are brought to mysery |
The poore plowman / also full wofully | |
Whiche pyketh out his lyuinge with great payne | |
Soweth his corne / into the grounde in vayne | |
For warre destroyeth bothe Cyte Towne and lande | |
345 | Who can expresse any wretchednesse |
But that in warre it redy maye be fande | |
Extreme hunger / [and] synne with moost excesse and] but 1538 | |
Murder / burnynge / thefte / and fylthynesse | |
What chrysten man can loue that noughty lyfe | |
350 | Where they defloryshe both wydow / mayd and wyfe |
Ye ought of truthe greatly to be ashamed | |
Yf that ye note / your frowarde yll intent | |
That ye for christians / wold loke ons to be named | |
Sith christ your maister which was from heuen sent | |
355 | Shewed by his lyfe / and his commaundement |
That he had Peace / in fauoure mooste of pryce | |
But you loue warre / and count your-selfe for wyse | |
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And yet as fooles ye wyll sure proue at length | |
Ye make a rod to beate your tayle withall | |
360 | God wyl be true, for al your power and strength |
Your folysshe pryde wyll haue a shamfull fall | |
O frowarde man to thy remembraunce call | |
That warres rewarde shall be to the agayne | |
For all thy labour but sorowe, wo, and payne | |
365 | Of Paules epistles ye shal rede fewe or none |
But that with Peace he dothe al men salute | |
And how dothe he extoll my name alone | |
To the Corinthians, where he dothe me repute | |
Most worthy prayse, which thing shold you confute | |
370 | That fauour warre, the rote of euery vice |
Out of your foly for shame aryse aryse | |
What sholde I expresse that Esaye doth me prayse | |
Whiche beynge inspired with the spirite diuyne | |
Prophesyed before that Chryst sholde come in Peace | |
375 | Not lyke a warriour which causeth moche ruyne |
Syth that a hethen poet wrote so fyne | |
Countyng Peace (to your great shame I_wus) | |
Chiefe of all thynges / whose name was Sillius | |
Alas alas what maye I farther saye | |
380 | Sith hethen poetes your honour do depryue |
Which haue nothyng but reason for to laye | |
And ye the testament of gods moost holy lyfe | |
To loue discencion / discorde / debate and stryfe | |
Ye may be counted vnto your vtter shame | |
385 | As men vsurpynge, of Chryst a wrongfull name |
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Of authors more / what nede I to indyte | |
Syth god hym-selfe chiefe author of all-thynge | |
Dothe me commende, whiche ought you to excyte | |
To loue) whiche dothe so many pleasures brynge | |
390 | And I doubte not, but that there is a kynge |
In Englande, whiche so wel dothe fauour me | |
That I agayne shall come to my degre | |
But nowe of welthe I longe greatly to heare | |
Which in the court hath suche good bankettynge | |
395 | He thynketh lytle vpon my euyl chere |
That in the wodes, I haue, where byrdes synge synge] so synge 1538 | |
I wolde reioyce nowe moche of his commynge | |
It is .viij. wekes syth that on yonder playne | |
He went fro me / god sende hym sone agayne | |
400 | I meruayle moche he is awaye so longe |
How-beit his taryenge I lyke it some-what wel | |
For I suppose, and yf all-thynge were wronge | |
He is to wyse there to abyde and dwel | |
Some mery tydynges I hope he wyl me tel | |
405 | Wherfore come welth my mynde doth moch desire |
To se the ones, now pleasauntly appere | |
¶welth saluteth Peace. |
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God blysse the Peace, and sende the wel to fare | |
Thou hast me-thynke a chaunged peare of chekes | |
Is it with hunger, or els with wo and care | |
410 | What meat hast thou? onyons / chese / or lekes |
Thou art abated ryght euyll in .viij. wekes | |
Plucke vp thy herte / be mery, glad and fayne | |
Discencion is gone, with all his noughty trayne | |
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Now welcome welth euen with all my hert | |
415 | Thy mery tydynges dothe greatly me reioyce |
Me-thynke that gone is all my care and smert | |
Thy ioyfull wordes do make so good a noyse | |
Now of my meat thou shalt sure haue the choyse | |
And for thy drynke, for lacke of pleasaunt wyne | |
420 | I wyl the gyue swete water, clere and fyne |
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Gramercy Peace of thy great gentylnes | |
I meruayle not that thou art maserate | |
To se thy fare so bare in wyldernes | |
For al-thyng here thy courage dothe abate | |
425 | How-be-it agayne, I trust to eleuate |
The) for with wysedom I trust so sure to stande | |
That false Discencion shal neuer hurt this lande | |
And who thynkest thou hath caused hym to fle | |
Whiche in this mater hath wrought moost besyly | |
430 | But Prudence) that is a frende to the and me |
And he hath handled the thynge so wyttyly | |
That we haue cause to loue hym hertely | |
For by his wysedome, his labour, and his payne | |
All thynges are ended, and no man kylled nor slayne | |
435 | But Peace I pray the now with all haste and spede |
The to prepare vnto the court to wende | |
And I shall holde the company and gyde | |
The kynges grace dyd me vnto the sende | |
To brynge the forthe, whiche doth the so commende | |
440 | That thou art bounde for euermore to loue |
That godly prince, which war doth moche reproue | |
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And noble-men which are his counsellers | |
So dothe the fauour, that thou canst neuer fall | |
For some of them haue proued the chaunce of warres | |
445 | Whiche knowe it is the sprynge of myschiefes all |
And I am sure that many one now shall | |
Whiche were great doers in this besynes | |
Whyle that they lyue, fynde payne of nedynes | |
But wo alas this nacion is so frayle | |
450 | That often-tymes of foly mad and vayne |
They wolde set forth the blynde and folysshe tayle | |
To rule the heed which hath bothe wyt and brayne | |
I say no more, for many knowe the payne | |
That hath ensued of false discorde and stryfe | |
455 | Though they haue scaped the haserd of theyr lyfe |
¶Peace. |
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O lusty welthe, nowe cherefull is my mode | |
Though fooles of foly the sorowe do susteyne | |
That I do fynde the kynge to me so good | |
Within his lande me styll for to retayne | |
460 | And that his lordes of me be also fayne |
I do reioyce therof so hertely | |
That to the courte I wyll go meryly | |
¶welthe. |
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Now come on than, for thou arte founde absent | |
In wyldernes thou mayst not hyde thy face | |
465 | Thou must obey the kynges commaundement |
With whom thou art in fauour and in grace | |
He wyll the sende abrode in euery place | |
To shewe his people his blessed godly wyll | |
That thou and I / in Englande dwel shall styll | |
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¶Peace. |
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470 | Nowe by my faythe I wyll neuer deny |
Hym for to serue, which is so gracyous | |
Wherfore haue with the forth strayght by and by | |
My herte is pleased that was full tedious | |
Syth that the way is nothynge daungerous | |
475 | Wherfore I trust to make a plentyous rayme rayme: ='realm'? |
Now war is gone, that cursed noughty cayme | |
For I may tryumphe, which late in wyldernes | |
Was in dispayre lest Welth had me disceyued | |
Whan he departed fro me but now doubtles | |
480 | In-to the court I am so wel receyued |
That many thinges which war wold haue decayed | |
I trust to se them florysshe vp and sprynge | |
There is so noble and gracious a kynge | |
Whom god I praye, his royall maieste | |
485 | Alwayes preserue and make hym fortunate |
Agayne all those what-euer that they be | |
That wolde vnwysely or falsly violate | |
Eng[la]nde his realme) and maynteyn euery estate Englande] Engalnde 1538 | |
With gentylmen, and commons good and true | |
490 | And cause rebels theyr folysshnes to rue |
FINIS. |
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¶Imprynted at London in Flete_strete / at the signe of the sonne, by me Iohan_Byddell. | |
Cum priuilegio. |