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All Scotland then throughe manly feats

I conquered with my hand.

Ireland, Denmarke, Norway,

These countryes wan I all;
Iseland, Gotheland, and Swethland ;

And made their kings my thrall.


I conquered all Gallya,

That now is called France;
And slew the hardye Froll in feild

My honor to advance.


And the ugly gyant Dynabus

Soe terrible to vewe,
That in Saint Barnards mount did lye,

By force of armes I slew :


And Lucyus the emperour of Rome

I brought to deadly wracke;
And a thousand more of noble knightes

For feare did turne their backe:


Five kinges of 'paynims' I did kill

Amidst that bloody strife;
Besides the Grecian emperour

Who alsoe lost his liffe.

Ver. 39. Froland field, MS. Froll, according to the Chronicles, was a Roman knight governor of Gaul. Ver, 41. Danibus, MS.

Ver. 49. of Pavye, MS.

Whose Whose carcasse I did send to Rome 20

Cladd poorlye on a beere;
And afterward I past Mount-Joye

The next approaching yeere.


Then I came to Rome, where I was mett

Right as a conquerour,
And by all the cardinalls solempnelye

I was crowned an emperour.


One winter there I made abode :

Then word to mee was brought
Howe Mordred had oppressd the crowne:

What treason he had wrought


Att home in Brittaine with my queene ;

Therfore I came with speede
To Brittaine backe, with all my power,

To quitt that traiterous deede :

And soone at Sandwiche I arrivde,

Where Mordred me withstoode : But yett at last I landed there,

With effusion of much blood.


For there my nephew sir Gawaine dyed,

Being wounded in that sore, The whiche sir Lancelot in fight

Had given him before.



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There all the traiterous men were slaine,

Not one escapte away ;
And there dyed all my vallyant knightes.

Alas! that woefull day!


Two and twenty yeere I ware the crowne

In honor and great fame;
And thus by death was suddenlye

Deprived of the same.


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Copied from an old MS. in the Cotton Library, (Vesp.
A. 25.] intitled, “ Divers things of Hen. viij's time."
Who sekes to tame the blustering winde,

Or causse the floods bend to his wyll,
Or els against dame nature's kinde

To change things frame by cunning skyll :
That man I thinke bestoweth paine,

5 Thoughe that his laboure be in vaine.

Who strives to breake the sturdye steele,

Or goeth about to staye the sunne ;
Who thinks to causse an oke to reele,

Which never can by force be done :
That man likewise bestoweth paine,
Thoughe that his laboure be in vaine.



Who thinks to stryve against the streame,

And for to sayle without a maste;
Unlesse he thinks perhapps to faine,
His travell


forelorne and waste;
And so in cure of all his paine,
His travell ys his cheffest gaine.

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So he lykewise, that goes about

To please eche eye and every eare,
Had nede to have withouten doubt

A golden gyft with hym to beare;
For evyll report shall be his gaine,
Though he bestowe both toyle and paine.


God grant eche man one to amend;

God send us all a happy place;
And let us pray unto the end,

That we may have our princes grace:
Amen, amen! so shall we gaine
A dewe reward for all our paine.


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