THOMAS HOCCLEVE

She myghte han taried hir vengeance a while

Til that sum man had egal to the be;

Nay, lat be that ! sche knew wel that this yle

May never man forth brynge lyk to the,

And hir office needes do mot she:

God bad hir so, I truste as for the beste ;

O maister, maister, God thi soule reste !

JOHN LYDGATE

I370?-i45?

74. f^ox ultima Crucis

' I \ARYE no lenger ; toward thyn heritage

• Hast on thy weye, and be of ryght good chere.

Go eche day onward on thy pylgrymage; Thynke howe short tyme thou hast abyden here. Thy place is bygged above the sterres clere, Noon erthly palys wrought in so statly wyse. Come on, my frend, my brother most entere ! For the I offered my blood in sacryfice.

KING JAMES I OF SCOTLAND

1394-143?

//. Spring Swg of the Birds

ORSCHIPPE ye that loveris bene this May,

• • For of your blisse the Kalendis are begonne.

And sing with us, Away, Winter, away !

Cum, Somer, cum, the suete sesoun and sonne ! Awake for schame ! that have your hevynnis wonr.e, And amorously lift up your hedis all,

14. bygged] built. P a ty s ] palace. y f. suete] sweet,

Lufe] Love.

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