¶ Behold Ocklyf in his transslacion,[1] [Sidenote 1: transflacion] In goodly langage & se_n_tence passyng wyse 352 howe he gewyth his p_ri_nce such exortac_i_on As to the hyeste he covld best devyse Off trowt[=h] / pees / m_er_cy / & Iustyse, & vertu, lettyng for no slowth 356 To do his devoyre & qvyte hy_m_ his trowth. ¶ Requyre hy_m_ As Agaynst his soverayn_e_, moste Drade & loved, whose excellent hyenes he advertysed by his wrytyng playn_e_ 360 To vertu ap_er_teynyng to nobles Off a p_ri_nce, as beryt[=h] god wytnes, hys treatye entytled of regemente, Compyled of entyer trewe entente. 364 ¶ Loke also than vpon Ioh_a_n lydgate, My mayrster, whylom monke of bury, worthy to be renomed As poete lavreate; I p_ra_y to god in blysse his sowle be mery, 368 Syngyng / Rex splendens / _tha_t hevenly Kyrye, Amonge _th_e mvses nyne celestyall[e] be-fore _th_e hyghest Iubyter of all[e], CAXTON'S TEXT. [51] Beholde Ocklyf in his translac_i_on [Sidenote: Read Occleve too,] In goodly langage / & sente_n_ce passyng wyse How he gyueth his prynce / suche exortac_i_on 353 [Sidenote: who gave his Prince such wise advice] As to the hyest / he coude best deuyse Of trouthe. pees. mercy. and Iustise And vertues / leetyng for no slouthe To do his deuoir & quite him of his trouthe 357 [52] [Sidenote: Leaf 9 b.] Required_e_ hym / as ayenst his souerayne Most drad_e_ & louyd_e_ / wos excellent hyeues He aduertysed_e_ / by his wrytyng_e_ playne 360 To vertu / apperteynyng to nobles Of a prynce / as bereth good_e_ witnes His traytye / entitled_e_ of regymente [Sidenote: in his treatise _De Regimine Principum_.] Compyled_e_ of entyer trewe entente 364 [53] Loke also / vpon dan Io[=h]n lydgate My maister whylome / monke of berye [Sidenote: John Lydgate, too, my master.] Worthy to be renomed_e_ / as poete laureate 367 I praye to god_e_ in blysse his soule be mercy Syngyng_e_ Rex splendens that heuenly kyrye [Sidenote: I pray God his soul is singing _Rex splendens_.] Amonge the muses nyne celestyall_e_ Byfore the hyest Iubyter of all_e_ 371 * * * * * THE ORIEL TEXT. [54] I not why deth my mastir_e_ dide envie, But for he shuld_e_ chaunge his habite; Pety hit is that suche a man shulde die! 374 But nowe I trist he be a carmylite; His amyse blacke is chaunged into white, Among the muses ix celestiall, Afore the hieghest Iubiter of all; 378 [55]