The cõforte of louersThe Comfort of Lovers
In euery regyon coude pronounce the gospell

 And where I lyst by power dyuyne

I do enspyre oft causynge grete prophecy

Whiche is mysconstrued whan some do enclyne

Thynkynge by theyr wytte to perceyue it lyghtly

Or elles calke with deuylles the trouth to sertyfy

Whiche contrary be to all true saynge

For deuylles be subtyll and alwaye lyenge

 Whan I had aduerted with my dylygence

All the scrypture I sawe me besyde

Hãge a fayre swerde & shelde of meruailous excellẽce

Whiche to beholde I dyde than abyde

To blase the armes I dyde well prouyde

The felde was syluer / and in it a medowe grene

With an olyue tre full meruaylously besene

 Two lyons of asure vpon euery syde

Couchande were truely besyde this olyue tree

A hande of stele wherin was wryten pryde

Dyde holde this ryall swerde in certaynte

A scrypture there was whiche sayd by subtylte


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