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Show TH A ruful lamentacion (writen by mafter Thoma More in his youth) of the deth of quene Elifabeth mother to king Henry the eight, wife t king Henry the feuenth, and the eldeft doughte to king Edward the fourth, which quene Elifabeth dyed in childbed in February in the yere o our Lord 1503, and in the 18 yere of the raign of king Henry the feuenth YE that put your truft and confidence In worldly ioy and frayle profperite That fo lyue here as ye fhould neuer hence Remember death and loke here vppon me Enfaumple I thynke there may no better be Your felfe wotte well that in this realme was I Your quene but late, and lo now here I lye Was I not borne of olde worthy linage Was not my mother queene, my father kyng Was I not a kinges fere in marriage Had I not plenty of euery pleafaunt thing Mercifull God this is a ftraunge reckenyng Rychefle honour welth and aunceftry Hath me forfaken and lo no If worfhip myght haue kep If wyt myght haue me faued If money myght haue holpe But O good God what vaylet here I ly me, I had not gone I neded not fere I lacked none all this gere When deth is come thy mighty meflangere Obey we muft there is no remedy Me hath he fommoned, and lo now here I ly Yet was I late promifed otherwyfe This yere to liue in welth and delice Lo where to commeth thy blandifhyng promyfe O falfe aftrolagy and deuynatrice Of Goddes fecretes makyng thy felfe fo wyfe How true is for this yere thy prophecy The yere yet lafteth, and lo nowe here I ly O bryttill welth, as full of bitterneffe Thy fingle pleafure doubled is with payne Account my forow firlt and my diftrefle In fondry wyfe, and recken there agayne The iey that I haue had, and I dare fayne For all my honour, endured yet haue I More wo then welth, and lo now here I ly Where are our caftels, now where are our towers Goodly Rychmonde fone art thou gone from me At Weftminfter that coftly worke of yours Myne owne dere lorde now fhall I neuer fee Almighty God vouchefafe to graunt that ye For you and your children well may edefy My palyce bylded is, and Io now here I ly Ade myne owne dere {fpoufe my worthy lorde The faithfull loue @ TIsTOR that dyd vs both combyne In mariage and peafable concorde Into your handes here I cleane refyne To be beltowed vppon your children and myne Erft wer you father, and now muft ye fupply ‘The mothers part alfo, for lo now here I ly . TH Farewell my doughter lady Margerete e n m m t b e e g i of fu t w Go That ye (hould go where we fhould feldome meg Now am I gone, and haue left you behynde O mortall folke that we be very blynde That we leaft feare, full oft it is moft nye From you depart I fyrft, and lo now here I Iy Farewell Madame my lordes worthy mother Comfort your fonne, and be ye of good chere Take all a worth, for it will be no nother Farewell my doughter Katherine late the fere To prince Arthur myne owne chyld fo dere It booteth not for me to wepe or cry Pray for my foule, for lo now here I ly Adew lord Henry my louyng fonne adew Our lorde encreafe your honour and eftate Adew my doughter Mary bright of hew God make you vertuous wyle and fortunate Adew fwete hart my litle doughter Kate Thou fhalt {wete babe fuche is thy defteny Thy mother neuer know for lo now here I ly Lady Cicyly Anne and Katheryne Farewell my welbeloved fifters three O lady Briget other fifter myne Lo here the ende of worldly vanitee Now well are ye that earthly foly flee And heuenly thynges loue and magnify Farewell and pray for me, for lo now here I Iy Adew my lordes, adew my ladies all Adew my faithful feruauntes euerych one Adew my commons whom I neuer fhal See in this world wherfore to the alone Immortall god verely three and one I me commende Thy infinite mercy Shew to thy feruant, for lo now here I ly Certain meters in Englith written by mafter Thoma Mor in hys youth for the boke of fortune, an caufed them to be printed in the begynnyng o that boke The wordes of Fortune to the people MINE high eftate power and au&oritie If ye ne know, enferche and ye fhall {pye, That richefle, worfhip welth and dignitie Joy, reft, and peace, and all thyng fynally That any pleafure or profit may come by To mannes comfort, ayde, and fuftinaunce Is all at my deuyfe and ordinaunce Without my fauour there is nothyng wonne, Many a matter haue I brought at laft To good conclufion, that fondly was begonne And many a purpofe, bounden fure and faf With wile prouifion, I haue ouercaft Without good happe there may no wit fuffife Better is to be fortunate than wyfe |