Terys degoutynge, also complayne, complayne, Houndes peerles, haukes withoute pereialyte, Sacris, faucons, heroners hautayne; For nowe darked is youre pompe, youre prodogalyte, Youre plesures been past vnto penalyte; Of with your rich caperons, put on your mourning hodes; For Iaspar, your prynce by proporcyon of qualyte, Paste is by Deth those daungerous flodys. [Sidenote: M. viii.] He that manhode meyntened and magnamynite, His blasynge blys nowe is with balys blechyd; Through Dethes croked and crabbed cruelte, In doloure depe nowe is he drowned and drechyd; His starynge standerde, that in stoures strechyd With a sable serpent, nowe set is on a wall, His helme heedles, cote corseles, woful and wrechyd, With a swerde handeles, there hange they all. [Sidenote: M. ix.] Gewellys of late poysyd at grete valoyre, He ded, they desolate of every membre, Stykynge on stakes as thynges of none shaloyre; For the corse that they couched cast is in sendre, By cruel compulsyon caused to surrendre Lyfe vp to Deth that al ouerspurneth: O, se howe this worlde tourneth! Some laugheth, some mourneth: Yet, ye prynces precyous and tendre, Whyle that ye here in glory soiourneth, The deth of our mayster rue to remembre. [Sidenote: C. exclamacio.] O turmentoure, traytoure, torterous tyraunte, So vnwarely oure duke haste thou slayne, That wyt and mynde are vnsuffycyaunte Agayne thy myschyf malyce to mayntayne! We that in blysse wonte were to bayne, With fortune flotynge moste fauourably, Nowe thorow thrylled and persyd with payne, Langoure we in feruente exstasy. [Sidenote: C. reprobacio.] O murtherer vnmesurable, withouten remors, Monstruus of entrayle, aborryd in kynde, Thou haste his corse dystressed by force, Whos parayle alyue thou can not fynde! Howe durst thou his flessh and spyryte vntynde, Dissendynge fro Cyzyle, Jerusalem, and Fraunce? O bazalyke bryboure, with iyes blynde, Sore may thou rue thy vtterquidaunce! Thou haste berafte, I say, the erthly ioye Of one, broder and vncle to kynges in degre, Lynyally descendynge fro Eneas of Troye, Grete vncle and vncle to prynces thre, Brother to a saynte by way of natyuyte, Vncle to another whom men seketh blyue, Blynde, croked, lame, for remedyes hourly; Thus God that bromecod had gyuen a prerogatyue. [Sidenote: C. newgacio.] And yet thou, dolorous Deth, to the herte hast him stynged: Wenest thou, felon, such murther to escape? I say, the brewtors of Wales on the wyl be reuenged For thy false conspyracy and frowarde fate: We his seruantes also sole disconsolate Haste thou lafte; so that creatures more maddyr In erthe none wandreth atwene senit and naddyr. [Sidenote: M. x.]