And tuke my pen, and thare began to wryte
All the visioun that I have schawin afore.
Schir, of my dreme as now thou gettis no more,
Bot I beseik God for to send thee grace
To rewle thy realme in unitie and peace.
[THE TESTAMENT AND COMPLAYNT OF OUR SOVERANE LORDIS PAPYNGO.]
Prolog.
Suppose I had ingyne[96] angelicall,
With sapience more than Salamonicall[97],