Owt of Latyne Into Englysshe

En Parlament a Paris.

Iustice est morte,
Et Veryte sommielle;
Droit et Raison
Sont alez aux pardons:
Lez deux premiers
Nul ne les resuelle;
Et lez derniers
Sount corrumpus par dons.

Out of Frenshe Into Latyn.

Abstulit atra dies Astræam; cana Fides sed
Somno pressa jacet; Jus iter arripuit,
Et secum Ratio proficiscens limite longo:
Nemo duas primas evigilare parat;
Atque duo postrema absunt, et munera tantum
Impediunt, nequeunt quod remeare domum.

Justyce now is dede;
Trowth with a drowsy hede,
As heuy as the lede,
Is layd down to slepe,
And takith no kepe;
And Ryght is ouer the fallows
Gone to seke hallows,
With Reason together,
No man can tell whether:
No man wyll vndertake
The first twayne to wake;
And the twayne last
Be withholde so fast
With mony, as men sayne,
They can not come agayne.

A grant tort,
Foy dort.

Here endith a ryght delectable tratyse vpon a goodly Garlonde or Chapelet of Laurell, dyuysed by mayster Skelton, Poete Laureat.

END OF VOL. I.

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