Squyer Which is vnknowe algates vnto me Tho spekyn þei of Canacees ryng, And seiden all þat such a wonþir þing Of craft of Ryng(es) herde þei neu(er) noon Save that Moises and kyng Salamon Hadden a name. of kunnyng in such art þus seith þe peple, and drawen hem apart But naþeles some seide þat it was Wonder to make of farne esshes glas And yhit is glas not like, asshen of farne And for þei haue knowen it so Farne þ(er)for cesith here janglyng and here wonder As sore wondred some, as cause of þe þonder On ebbe, on flode, on gossomer and on myst And on all thyng till that þe cause is wist þus jangle þei and demen and deuyse Till þat þe kyng gan fro þe borde arise Phebus hath lost the angle merydionall And yhit ascendyng was þe beest Roiall The gentill Lyon, with his Aldrian Whan þat þis tartre kyng Cambustan Roos fro his borde: þer as he sate full hie Bifore hym goth the loude mynstralcye Till he come to his Chambr(e) of parementes þer as ther sounen, dyu(er)se Instrumentes This noble kyng is set vpon his Trone This straunge knyght is fett; to hym sone And on the daunce he goth with Canacee Here is the Revell and the jolite þat is not able a dull man to devise He most haue knowen love & his s(er)uise Who couth tell you, þe fourme of daunces So vncouth and such Fresshe connten(au)?nces Such subtell lokyng(es) and dissimylynges For drede of jalous men app(er)seyvynges No man but launcelot, and he is deed Therfor I passe: of all this lustyheed I sey no more but in this jolynes I lete hem(e), till men to soup(er) dres The stuard bade spices for to hie And eke þe wyne; and þis melodie The vsshers and þe Squiers ben goon The spices and þe wyne is come anon They ete and drank, & when þ(is) had an ende Vnto the temple, as reso(u)n was they wende The seruyse doon, þei soupen all biday What nedith to yowe: rehersen here aray Eche man wote well, þat a kynges Fest Hath plente to þe most and to the lest And deyntes mo þan be in my knowyng And after souper goth þis noble kyng To seen this hors of bras, w(ith) all arowte Of ladies and of lordis hym aboute Such wondryng was þ(er) on þis hors of bras That sithen the grete sege of Troy was Ther as men wondred on an hors also
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Squyer Which is vnknowe algates vnto me Tho spekyn þei of Canacees ryng, And seiden all þat such a wonþir þing Of craft of Ryng(es) herde þei neu(er) noon Save that Moises and kyng Salamon Hadden a name. of kunnyng in such art þus seith þe peple, and drawen hem apart But naþeles some seide þat it was Wonder to make of farne esshes glas And yhit is glas not like, asshen of farne And for þei haue knowen it so Farne þ(er)for cesith here janglyng and here wonder As sore wondred some, as cause of þe þonder On ebbe, on flode, on gossomer and on myst And on all thyng till that þe cause is wist þus jangle þei and demen and deuyse Till þat þe kyng gan fro þe borde arise Phebus hath lost the angle merydionall And yhit ascendyng was þe beest Roiall The gentill Lyon, with his Aldrian Whan þat þis tartre kyng Cambustan Roos fro his borde: þer as he sate full hie Bifore hym goth the loude mynstralcye Till he come to his Chambr(e) of parementes þer as ther sounen, dyu(er)se Instrumentes This noble kyng is set vpon his Trone This straunge knyght is fett; to hym sone And on the daunce he goth with Canacee Here is the Revell and the jolite þat is not able a dull man to devise He most haue knowen love & his s(er)uise Who couth tell you, þe fourme of daunces So vncouth and such Fresshe connten(au)?nces Such subtell lokyng(es) and dissimylynges For drede of jalous men app(er)seyvynges No man but launcelot, and he is deed Therfor I passe: of all this lustyheed I sey no more but in this jolynes I lete hem(e), till men to soup(er) dres The stuard bade spices for to hie And eke þe wyne; and þis melodie The vsshers and þe Squiers ben goon The spices and þe wyne is come anon They ete and drank, & when þ(is) had an ende Vnto the temple, as reso(u)n was they wende The seruyse doon, þei soupen all biday What nedith to yowe: rehersen here aray Eche man wote well, þat a kynges Fest Hath plente to þe most and to the lest And deyntes mo þan be in my knowyng And after souper goth þis noble kyng To seen this hors of bras, w(ith) all arowte Of ladies and of lordis hym aboute Such wondryng was þ(er) on þis hors of bras That sithen the grete sege of Troy was Ther as men wondred on an hors also
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