The cõforte of louersThe Comfort of Lovers
 This shelde also / who so dooth it bere

Whiche of olde tyme / was called perceueraunce

Hath thre vertues / fyrst he nedeth not fere

Ony grete blodeshede / by wronge incombraunce

Secondly / it wolde make good apparaunce

By hete vnto hym / to gyue hym warnynge

To be redy / agayst his enmyes comynge

 The thyrde is this / yf this calenge be ryghtfull

Neuer no swerde / shall through his harneys perce

Nor make hym blody / with woundes rufull

For he there strength / may ryghtfully reuerce

Yet moreouer / as I do well reherce

This ryall shelde / in what place it be borne

Shall soone be wonne / and shall not be forlorne

B.v.

 These thynges sene / to the thyrde myroure clere

I went anone / and in it loked ryght ofte

Where in my syght / dyde wonderly appere

The fyrmament / with the sonne all alofte

The wynde not grete / but blowynge fayre and softe


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