OWT OF LATYNE INTO ENGLYSSHE.
Justyce now is dede;
Trowth with a drowsy hede,
As heuy as the lede,
Is layd down to slepe,
And takith[1877] no kepe;
And Ryght is ouer the fallows[1878]
Gone to seke hallows,
With Reason together,[1879]
No man can tell whether:
No man wyll[1880] vndertake 10
The first twayne to wake;[1881]
And the twayne last
Be withholde so fast
With mony, as men sayne,
They can not come agayne.
A grant tort,
Foy dort.[1882]
Here endith a ryght delectable tratyse vpon a goodly Garlonde or Chapelet of Laurell, dyuysed by mayster Skelton, Poete Laureat.
[1877] takith] Marshe’s ed. “bidythe.”
[1878] ouer the fallows] Marshe’s ed. “euer fallows.”
[1879] together] Marshe’s ed. “togidder.”
[1880] wyll] Marshe’s ed. “woll.”
[1881] wake] Marshe’s ed. “awake.”
[1882] A grant tort, Foy dort] Not in Marshe’s ed.
END OF VOL. I.
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