also for that those havens and ryvers are good and able to receive suche shippes; not with standing they, as well as other havens and portes of this lande, decaye dayly and need repairations; for whiche cause, I would wishe by the waye, ther wer some order and provision hadd concerning the mending of them, or, at the least, for the keping of them in good state; and espetially for the Thames, or ryver of London, which daily falleth to decay and ruine from the brige downe to Purphelet, wher the chanell is decayd in moste places fyve foot, and in some place seven, nine, and twelve foot, besyde a nomber of banckes and shelves. that have encreased and dayly do encrease in the said ryver, soe that it is to be thought it will not continue long navigable, nor fit for good shippes, especially for suche tall marchants shippes as I have tofore wished for and spoken of, except spedye remedy be hadd in the reformatione therof; the decay of which ryver wolde be a great hurt to the comon wealthe of that moste antyent and famouse citty."

The recommendation of erecting fortes and block howses, next follows, "especially a cople to be raised at the Nesse on bothe sydes the entry of the ryver bye Quynbrow, called Medoe water, wher the Queen's majestie's shippes doe now ryde in harbrowe;" then is recommended the increase of mariners, mayntenance of fishing, with examples of the "Duchmenne and Flemings" therein, and encouragement to marchantes. The first part concludes with praying a long and prosperous reign for the Queen, "and that her honourable counsayle, first seeking the glory of Godd, maye still provyde for the securety and defence of this lande."

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Of "The Addicione to this Treatise," an account will be given in the following number of CENSURA. Conduit street.

J. H.

ART. VII. Here begynneth a treatise of a gallant.

Ryght as small flodes encrease to waters fell,

So that narowe furrous may not sustayne,
Ryght so pryde unclosed may not counsell

This new wretchednes y causeth us co playn;
How wo hath wrapped us in a cruell chayne:
Our pryde sheweth it well, bothe ferre and nere;
Englonde may wayle that ever it came here.

The

synne that now reygneth to beholde is ruthe;
Of fraude and dysceyte grete abhomynacyon,
But nede constrayneth us now to saye the truthe
Of pryde and dysceyte this newe dyscymulacyon,
That blyndeth and consumeth our Englysshe nacyon.
Lucyfer's progenye amonge us dooth appere,

Englonde may wayle that ever it came here.

Ryght late stode our londe in suche

prosperyte,
Of chyvalry, manhode, and ryche marchaundyse,
Thrughe all crysten realmes sprange our felycyte,
Of grete welth and prowesse in sondry wyse,
Our sadnes is chaunged for the newe guyse,
We haue exyled our welth, I note where,
Englonde may wayle that ever it came here.

Pryde hath founde waye to exclude man fro blys,

In dysfygurynge nature by this newe araye,

Bothe men and women can saye what it is,

For bothe nede and poverte gooth now ryght gaye;
But alas our sorowe encreaseth every daye,

And yf ye lyve long ye shall bothe se and here,
That Englonde shall wayle that ever it came here.

For pryde hathe our plente torned to evyll fare,

And fedeth us as beestes that draweth in the ploughe, Many a worthy man bryngeth he to sorowe and care, Where fortune somtyme fresshely on hym loughe, Examyne the lyvinge that this worlde useth ynoughe, How nede with synne groweth every where;

Englonde may wayle that ever it came here.

For many a vengeaunce, as scripture maketh mencyon,
Hath fallen to kyngdomes in sondry wyse,
And fynally put the people in dystruccyon,
For theyr obstynacy, a newe fangle guyse;
Alas Englonde, that somtyme was so wyse!
Other nacyons refuse, hast bought so dere,
That thou may wayle that ever it came here.

Som tyme we had Fraunce in grete derysyon,
For theyr hatefull pryde and lothesome unclennes;
Use we not nowe the same in our regyon,

And have perrauted our welthe for theyr gladnes?
Lechery of our people is become a maystres,
Our gentylnes, for galantyse have we lefte there,
Englonde may wayle that ever it came heere.

Yf ye beholde the galantes progenye vyperius,

That out of Fraunce be fledde for theyr intoxicacyon,
Hathe nowe vengeau ce consumed that realme gloryus,
For theyr pryde and synfull abhomynacyon,

That all the worlde may wayle theyr desolacyon.
O Fraunce why ne had these galauntes byden there,
Englonde may wayle that ever it came here.

For in this name galaunt ye may expresse
Seven lettres for some cause in especyall."-

The remainder of this, sixteen others, and beginning of the next stanza, wanting.

"Good

"Good makynge of man is nowe layde on syde, This newe araye is brought up in this londe so wyde, And yet for all that it may not last a yere,

Englonde may wayle that ever it came here.

Beholde the rolled hodes stuffed with flockes,
The newe broched doublettes open at the brestes,
Stuffed with pectoll of theyr loves smockes,

Theyr gownes and theyr cotes shredde all in lystes, So many capes as now be, and so few good prestes. I can not reken halfe the route of theyr marde gere: Englond may wayle that ever it came here.

These galauntes use also full abhomynable,

Theyr typpettes be wrythen lyke to a chayne,
And they go haltred in them as hors in the stable:
It is a peryllous pronostycacy on certayne;
For synfull soules shall be bounde in payne,
Hande and fote in perpetuall fyre:

They shall curse the tyme that ever it came here.

All these newe bulwarkes they weare at theyr knees,
They laboure sore in theyr wyttes fantasyes to finde,
No man holdeth hym contente with his degrees,
Pryde gothe before and shame cometh behynde;
Alas that Englyshe men sholde be so blynde,
So moche sorowe amonge us and so lytell fere,
We may wayle the tyme that ever it came here.

Forgete not lyghtly how many straungers,

Have entred this kyngdome and kepte the possessyon, Fyve tymes as wryteth olde cronyclers,

And chaunged our tonges in sondry dyvysyon;

O clergy praye for our Englysshe nacyon,

That God for his mercy of this synne make us clere,

Elles shall we wayle that ever it came here.

Effectually pray God for his reformacyon,

Of welthe, manhode, and of marchaundyse,
And tresory of peas, that Cryste in his passyon

Lefte bytwene God and man whan he sholde dye;
The comynalte in love, conserue perseverauntlye,
With charyte bothe hyghe and lowe to joyne in fere,
In voydynge of synne that tourmenteth us here.
O Englonde, remembre thyn olde sadnes,

That thou may resorte agayne to thy gladnes;

Exyle pryde, relyeve to thy goodnes,

Synne hath consumed this worldes humanyte;
Praye God thou may rejoyse thyn olde felycyte;
And his blessyd moder, as this londe is her dowere,
We have no cause to wayle that ever it came here."

FINIS.

Here endeth this treatyse made of a galaunt. Enprynted at London, in the Flete strete, at the sygne of the Sonne, by Wynkyn de Worde."

This fragment of a poem, printed in black letter, was found pasted within the fly leaf, on the oak board binding, of an imperfect volume of Pynson's Statutes, and purchased from the Nash-Court collection. The first side having the printer's letter, Aj, connected with the end, seems conclusive that it did not form a portion of any particular work, or extend beyond a sheet ballad, or poem, folding in quarto, of which the above is the contents of the first and last leaf; the stanzas wanting, calculated for a deficiency of four pages. The title, as customary at that period, is on a ribband. No mention of such a tract occurs in Herbert.

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J. H.

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