And of all cheualry called the flour

In his tyme reynynge and of renowne

Of whose noble dedes the brute and sowne

Was spred by euery straunge habytacyon

That they of his faytys dyde make relacyon

 By his power and hardy corage

He put the grekes full often to flyght

And bete theym downe by a grete outrage

That well was he that hym saue myght

Full often he brought theym to the plyght

His dedes were pure without magycyon

And without nygromancy or suche corrupcyon

 Dyd I not cause also kynge dauith

A lyon Iawbones to rent and tere

That dyd deuour his shepe in the fryth

As he sat kepynge of theym there

The lyons crueltye myght not hym fere

And he in his youth so hardy was

That he dyd sle the gyaunt Golias

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