That in dame fortune is no stablenes

This worlde also is but a vanyte

A dreme a pompe nothynge in stedfastnes

For fortune is fals and full of doblenes

Whan she moost flatereth she is not sure

As thou mayst se dayly in vre

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 FOrth than we went vnto the habytacle

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Of dame hardynes moost pure and fayre

Aboue all places a ryght fayre spectacle

Strowyd with floures that gaue good eyer

Of vertuous turkeys there was a cheyr

Wherin she sate in her cote armure

Berynge a shelde the felde of asure

 Wherin was sette a rampynge lyon

Of fyne golde ryght large and grete

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