110 Of knightly prowès the sworde pomel and hylt, O cruell Mars, thou dedly god of war! O dolorous teusday, dedicate to thy name, When thou shoke thy sworde so noble a man to mar! 115 O grounde ungracious, unhappy be thy fame, Whiche wert endyed with rede blode of the same! Moste noble erle! O fowle mysuryd grounde Whereon he gat his fynal dedely wounde! O Atropos, of the fatall systers thre, Goddes mooste cruell unto the lyf of man, O homycide, whiche sleest all that thou kan, That with thy sworde enharpid of mortall drede, My wordis unpullysht be nakide and playne, Of this lordis dethe and of his murdrynge. 120 125 130 135 Paregall to dukis, with kings he myght compare, *Alluding to his crest and supporters, tracted for "redoubted." 139 "Doutted" is con What nedethe mé for to extoll his fame With my rude pen enkankerd all with rust? Transcendyng far myne homely muse, that must His noble blode never disteynyd was, If the hole quere of the musis nyne In me all onely wer sett and comprisyde, O, yonge lyon, bot tender yet of age, And geve the grace to be more fortunate, I pray God sende the prosperous lyf and long, Wythe hevy chere, with dolorous hart and mynd, Allgyf Englond and Fraunce were thorow saught. Al kings, all princes, all dukes, well they ought, 180 Bothe temporall and spirituall for to complayne This noble man, that crewelly was slayne. More specially barons, and those knygtes bold, Whom he as lord worsheply manteynd: To sorowfull weping they ought to be constreynd, As oft as thei call to ther remembraunce, O perlese prince of hevyn emperyalle, That with one worde formed al thing of noughte; Hevyn, hell, and erth obey unto thi kall; 185 190 Which to thy resemblance wondersly hast wrought All mankynd, whom thou full dere hast boght, With thy blode precious our finaunce thou dyd pay, And us redemed, from the fendys pray : To the pray we, as prince incomperable, 195 The sowle of this lorde from all daunger of hell, 200 In endles blis with the to byde and dwell In thy palace above the orient, Where thou art lorde, and God omnipotent. O quene of mercy! O lady full of grace! To pardon thy servant, and bringe to salvacion. 205 210 In joy triumphaunt the hevenly yerarchy, With all the hole sorte of that glorious place, Thorowe bounte of hym that formed all solace : The father, the son, and the holy goste 215 t+t I have placed the foregoing poem of Skelton's before the following extract from Hawes, not only because it was written first, but because I think Skelton is in general to be considered as the earlier poet; many of his poems being written long before Hawes's "Graunde Amour." X. THE TOWER OF DOCTRINE. THE reader has here a specimen of the descriptive powers of Stephen Hawes, a celebrated poet in the reign of Hen. VII. tho' now little known. It is extracted from an allegorical poem of his (written in 1505,) intitled, "The Hist. of Graunde Amoure and La Belle Pucel, called the Palace of Pleasure," &c. 4to. 1555. See more of Hawes in Ath. Ox. v. i. p. 6. and Warton's Observ. v. ii. p. 105. He was also author of a book, intitled, "The Temple of Glass. Wrote by Stephen Hawes, gentleman of the bedchamber to K. Henry VII." Pr. for Caxton, 4to. no date. The following Stanzas are taken from Chap. iii. and iv. of the Hist. above mentioned. "How Fame departed from Graunde Amour and left him with Governaunce and Grace, and howe he went to the Tower of Doctrine," &c.—As we are able to give no small lyric piece of Hawes's, the reader will excuse the insertion of this extract. I LOKED about and saw a craggy roche, Farre in the west, neare to the element, And as I dyd then unto it approche, Upon the toppe I sawe refulgent The royal tower of MORALL DOCUMENT, Made of fine copper with turrettes fayre and hye, That for the very perfect bryghtnes What of the tower, and of the cleare sunne, Of that palaice, whereas Doctrine did wonne : Then to the tower I drewe nere and nere, Gargeyld with grayhoundes, and with many lyons, The little turrets with ymages of golde About was set, whiche with the wynde aye moved With propre vices, that I did well beholde About the tower, in sundry wyse they hoved With goodly pypes, in their mouthes ituned, That with the wynd they pyped a daunce Iclipped Amour de la hault plesaunce. 5 10 15 20 25 The toure was great of marveylous wydnes, 30 Into the toure for to have an intres: A grece there was ychesyld all of stone Up to the toure, and in lykewyse dyd I Wyth bothe the Grayhoundes in my company : + 35 * Greyhounds, Lions, Dragons, were at that time the royal supporters. + This alludes to a former part of the Poem. V. 25, towers, PC. |