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Автор: John Skelton
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Principes persecuti sunt me gratis!

       Omnibus consideratis,

       Paradisus voluptatis

       Hæc virgo est dulcissima.

      My pen it is vnable,

      My hand it is vnstable, 1220

      My reson rude and dull

      To prayse her at the full;

      Goodly maystres Jane,

      Sobre, demure Dyane;

      Jane this maystres hyght

      Dame Venus of all pleasure,

      The well of worldly treasure;

      She doth excede and pas

      In prudence dame Pallas; 1230

      This blossome of fresshe colour,

      So Jupiter me socoure,

      She floryssheth new and new

      In beaute and vertew:

       Hac claritate gemina

       O gloriosa fœmina!

       Requiem æternam dona eis, Domine!

      With this psalme, Domine, probasti me,

      Shall sayle ouer the see, 1240

      With Tibi, Domine, commendamus,

      For shrympes, and for pranys,

      And where my pen hath offendyd,

      I pray you it may be amendyd

      By discrete consyderacyon

      Of your wyse reformacyon;

      I haue not offended, I trust,

      If it be sadly dyscust. 1250

      It were no gentle gyse

      This treatyse to despyse

      Because I haue wrytten and sayd

      Honour of this fayre mayd;

      Wherefore shulde I be blamed,

      And famously proclamed?

      She is worthy to be enrolde

      With letters of golde.

      Car elle vault. 1260

       Per me laurigerum Britonum Skeltonida vatem[458]

       Laudibus eximiis merito hæc redimita puella est:

       Formosam cecini,[459] qua non formosior ulla est;

       Formosam potius quam commendaret Homerus.

       Sic juvat interdum rigidos recreare labores,

       Nec minus hoc titulo tersa Minerva mea est.

       Rien que playsere.

       Thus endeth the boke of Philip Sparow, and here foloweth an adicyon made by maister Skelton.

      The gyse now a dayes

      Of some ianglynge iayes

      Is to discommende 1270

      That they cannot amend,

      Though they wold spend

      All the wyttes they haue.

      What ayle them to depraue

      Phillip Sparowes graue?

      His Dirige, her Commendacyon

      Can be no derogacyon,

      But myrth and consolacyon

      Made by protestacyon,

      No man to myscontent 1280

      With Phillyppes enterement.

      Alas, that goodly mayd,

      Why shuld she be afrayde?

      Why shuld she take shame

      That her goodly name,

      Honorably reported,

      Sholde be set and sorted,

      To be matriculate

      With ladyes of estate?

      I coniure thé, Phillip Sparow, 1290

      By Hercules that hell dyd harow,

      And with a venemous arow

      Slew of the Epidaures

      One of the Centaures,

      Or Onocentaures,

      By whose myght and mayne

      An hart was slayne

      With hornes twayne

      Of glytteryng gold; 1300

      And the appels of gold

      Of Hesperides withhold,

      And with a dragon kept

      That neuer more slept,

      By marcyall strength

      He wan at length;

      And slew Gerion

      With thre bodyes in one;

      With myghty corage

      Of a lyon sauage;

      Of Dyomedes stable

      He brought out a rable

      Of coursers and rounses

      With leapes and bounses;

      And with mighty luggyng,

      Wrestlyng and tuggyng,

      He plucked the bull

      By the horned skull,

      And offred to Cornucopia; 1320

      And so forth per cetera:

      Also by Ecates bower

      By the vgly Eumenides,

      That neuer haue rest nor ease;

      By the venemous serpent,

      That in hell is neuer brent,

      In Lerna the Grekes fen,

      That was engendred then;

      By Chemeras flames, 1330

      And all the dedly names

      Of infernall posty,