Saynge his mercy is ouer all

To whom I pray euer in especyall

To gyue me grace well my penne to lede

That quaketh aye for drede

dd .i.

 Dame Sapyence sayd I do procede

Of the strength of the holy ghoost

That is and shall be mater in dede

God and lorde of myghtys moost

Whose infynall power was neuer lost

And yet neuer had no begynnynge

But alway lyke stronge without endynge

 Where that dame hardynes in her pledynge

Made her selfe to knyghtes moost necessary

By the meanes of her power shewynge

That I by ryght do now well deny

For in that case she dyd moche vary

For syxe there are that more profyte be

Of whiche the lest is better than she

 The fyrst is prudence that is the chefe

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