Shall lepe from this lyfe, as mery as we be;
Pompe, pryde, honour, ryches, and worldly lust,
Parrot sayth playnly, shall tourne all to dust.
Thus Parrot dothe pray you 230
With hert most tender,
To rekyn with this recule now,[75]
And it to remember.
Psittacus, ecce, cano, nec sunt mea carmina Phœbo
Digna scio, tamen est plena camena deo.
Secundum Skeltonida famigeratum,