The Poetical Works of John Skelton, Volume 2 (of 2)Skelton, John
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The Poetical Works of John Skelton, Volume 2 (of 2)
Skelton, John
English poetry -- Early modern, 1500-1700
Thou knowest, Lorde, beste thysylfe,
Man is but duste, stercorye, and fylthe,
Of himsylfe vnable,
Saue only of thy specyal grace,
A soule thou made to occupye place,
To make man ferme and stable;
Which man to do as thou ordeyned,
With fendes foule shal neuer be payned,
But in blysse be perdurable;
And if he do the contrarye,
After this lyfe than shal he dye,
Fendes to fede vnsaciable;
For which fendys foule thou made a centre,
In which centre thou made an entre,
That such that to breke thy commaundementes wolde auenter
Theder downe shulde dessende;
But oure maister, whan Deth hym trapte,
In pure perseueraunce so was wrapte,
That thou inuisyble his speryte thyder rapte
Where thy sheltrons him shal defende.
[Sidenote: M. quatrinalis. C. transuersio.]
If we nat offende,
He wyl purchace
A gloryous place
At oure laste ende;
To se his face
We shal assende,
By his grete grace,
If we nat offende.
Thou haste enuapored, I say, alofte
The soule of Jaspar, that thou wroughte,
Seruyce to do latrial:
And why, Lorde, I dyd the reproue,
Was for perfyte zele and loue,
To the nat preiudicyal;
For, Lorde, this I knowe expresse,
This worldly frute is bytternesse,
Farcyd with wo and payne,
Lyfe ledynge dolorously in distresse,
Shadowed with Dethes lykenesse,
As in none certayne.
[Sidenote: C. neugacio.]
Yet, me semeth so, thou art non of tho that vs so shuld begyle:
He is nat yet ded; I lay my hed, thou hast him hid for a while;
And al to proue who doth him loue and who wil be vnkynd,
Thou hast in led layde him abed, this trow I in my mynd;
For this we trow, and thou dost know, as thy might is most,
That him to dye, to lowe and hye it were to grete a lost.
[Sidenote: C. excusacio.]
And he be dede, this knowe I very right;
Thou saw, Lorde, this erth corrupt with fals adulacyon,
And thought it place vnmete for Jaspar thy knyght;
Wherfore of body and soule thou made seperacyon,
Preantedate seynge by pure predestynacyon
Whan his lyfe here shulde fyne and consum;
Wherfore, Lorde, thus ende I my dolorous exclamacyon,
Thy godenes knewe what was beste to be done.
[Sidenote: M. xviii. C. conclusio.]
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