A Ioyfull medytacyon to all Englonde of the coronacyon of our moost naturall souerayne lorde kynge Henry the eyght(A Joyful Meditation of the Coronation of King Henry the Eighth)
To your worthy predecessour the .v. kynge Henry

whiche regystred is in the courte of memory

 Amyddes the medowe of flora the quene

Of the goddes elycon / is the sprynge or well

And by it groweth / a fayre laurell grene

Of whiche the poetes do ofte wryte and tell

Besyde this olyue / I dyde neuer dwell

To tast the water whiche is aromatyke

For to cause me wryte with lusty rethoryke

 Wherefore good souerayne / I beseche your hyghnes

To pardon me whiche do rudely endyte

As in this arte hauynge small intres

But for to lerne is all myn appetyte

In folowynge the monke whiche dyde nobly wryte

Besechynge your hyghnes and grace debonayre

For to accepte this rude and lytell quayre

 ΒΆ Explicit prologus.

 

 O God alone in heuen werynge crowne

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