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The epitaffe of the moste noble [and] valyaunt Iasper late duke of Beddeforde
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Skelton, John, 1460?-1529, attributed name.
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plate male Beest byrde foule eche body terrestryal M. x. Seke we this murtherer him to assayle Vnafrayde ioyne in ayde ye bodyes celestyal Herry saynt with iyes faynte to the also I cal for thy brothers sake help deth to take that al may oÌ„ hiÌ„ woÌ„d for he reyne by drift sodeyne he Wil ech kynd encuÌ„bre ¶ Dethe Fouconer thou arte to blame And oughte take shame To make suche pretense M. xi C. ê“sopopeya For I deth hourly May stande truly At ful lawful defence Deth hath no myghte Do wronge ne righte Fauoure frende ne fo But as an instrumentes At commaundemente Whether to byde or go I am the instromente Of one omnipotente That knowest thou fyrme and playne wherfore fro dethe Thy wo and wreth I Wolde thou shulde reteyne And agayne god For thy bromecod Batayle to darayne Than if it be ryghte most of myght thy godhed I acuse For thy myght contrary to right thou doste gretly abuse M. xii C. Introductio Katyffes vnkiÌ„d thou leuest behiÌ„d payniÌ„s turkes iewis o r maist maister gret thou gaue wormes to ete wroÌ„ gretly I muse Is this wel done aÌ„swer me sone make lorde thyn excuse Dyd thou disdayne that he shuld rayne was that els the cause In his rayne he was moste fayne to mynest thy lawes Than certayn thou be playn stedfaste in thy sawes Euery knyght that doth right ferynge drede ne awes M. xiii C. onomotopeya Of thy face bryghte shal haue a syghte after this worldly wawes Than gode lorde scripture doth record verefieng that cause that o r bromcod with the gode god in heueÌ„ shal rest pause For first of nought thou him wroght of thy special grace And Wers than noght hiÌ„ also boght in caluery in that place M. xiiii C. ê“bacio Thou by thoght oft he were broght with satanas to trace yet lorde to haue pyte thou oght on the pycture of thy face we neyther he daÌ„pned to be willyngly thou wist noght M. xv yet dampned shal he we be if thy mercy helpe nought DiscrecioÌ„ hast thou gyueÌ„ ê‘de what Wold we more ought After deth to lyue with the if we offende nought There is a cause yet of oure care thou creatoure alofte That thy gospel doth declare which I forgete noughte HoWe vnwarly our Welfare fro vs shal be broughte By deth that none wyl spare lorde that knowe we noughte M. xvi In syn drowned if we dare so sodenly be coughte Than of blysse ar we bare that fylleth me ful of thoughte Thou knowest lorde beste thy sylfe Man is but duste stercorye and fylthe Of him sylfe vnable Saue only of thy specyal grace A soule thou made to occupye place To make man ferme and stable C degressio 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 M. xvii 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 coÌ„mauÌ„demeÌ„tes Wolde aueÌ„ter 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 If We nat offende He wyl purchace A gloryous place At oure laste ende To se his face we shal assende M. quatrinalis C. transuersio By his grete grace If we nat offende Thou haste enuapored I say alofte The soule of iasper 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 exprsse This worldly frute is bytternesse Farcyd With wo and payne Lyfe ledynge dolorously in distresse Shadowed with dethes lykenesse As in none certayne yet me semeth lo thou art non of tho that vs so shuld begyle He is nat yet ded I lay my hed thou hast hiÌ„ hid for a while And al to ê“ue who doth him loue Who wil be vnkynd C. neugacio Thou hast in led layde hiÌ„ a bed this trow I in my mynd for this we troW thou dost know as thy might is most That him to dye to soWe hye it were to grete a lost And he be dede this knowe I very right Thou saw lorde this erth corrupt with fals adulacyon And thought it place vnmete for iaspar thy knyght wherfore of body and soule thou made seperacyon Preantedate seynge by pure predestynacyon C. excusacio 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 As a prynce penytente and ful of contricion M. xviii C. conclusio So dyed he we his seruauntes can recorde And that he may haue euerlastynge fruicyon We the beseche gloryous kynge and lorde For the laste leson that he dyd recorde To thy power he it aplyed saynge tibi omnes As a hye knyghte in fidelyte fermely moryd Angeli celi et potestates Wherwith payne to the herte him boryd And lyfe him lefte gyuynge deth entres Whiche lyfe in comparyson of thyne Is as poynt in lyne or as instant in tyme. For thou were and arte and shal be al tyme In thy silfe reynynge by power diuyne Makynge gerarcyiis thre and orders nyne The to deifye Wherfore we crye Suffer nat iaspar to dye But to lyue For eÌ„ternally that he shal lyue Is oure byleue And than moste craftely dyd combyne Another heuen called cristalline So the thyrde stellyferal to shyne M. xix C. prolongacio Aboue thy skye Wherfore we crye Suffer nat iaspar to dye But to lyue For eternally that he shal lyue Is oure byleue Moreouer in a zodiake pure and fyne Synys xii thou set for a tyme. And them nexte in cercle and lyne Saturne thou set iupiter and mars citryne Contect and drye Wherfore we crye Suffer nat iaspar to dye But to lyue For eternally that he shal lyue Is oure byleue Than to peryssh thorouthryll myne The mystes blake and cloudes tetryne Tytan thou set clerely to shyne The worldes iye Wherfore we crye vt supra yet in their epycercles to tril tWyne Retrograte stacyoner directe as a lyne Venus thou set marcury the mone masseline Nexte fyre and ayre so sotyl of engyne The to gloryfye Wherfore we crye Suffer nat iaspar to dye But to lyue For eternally that he shal lyue Is oure byleue Water and erth with braunch and vine And so thy werkes to ende and fyne Man to make thou dyd determyne Of whome cam I. wherfore I cry the supplye Suffer nat iaspar to dye But to lyue For eternally that he shal lyue Is oure byleue With him to comford at all tyme. Thou ioyned the sex than of frayle femynyne Which by temptacyon serpentyne They re hole sequele broughte to ruyne By ouergrete folye Wherfore we crye Suffer nat iaspar to dye But to lyue For eternally that he shal lyue Is oure byleueue Than of thy godenes thou dyd enclyne flessh to take of thy moder and virgyne And vs amonge in payne and famyne Dwalte and taughte thy holy doctryne Vulgurly Wherfore we crye Suffer nat iaspar to dye But to lyue For eternally that he shal lyue Is oure byleue Tyl a traytoure by false couyne To pylat accused the at pryme So taken slayne and buryed at complyne Rose agayne of adam redemynge the lyne By thy infynyte mercy For whych mercy Incessantly we crye And the supplye Suffer nat our lorde to dye But to lyue For eternally that he shal lyue Is oure byleue ¶ Lenuoy Kynges prynces remembre whyle ye may Do for your silfe for that shal ye fynde M. xx Executours often maketh delay The body buryed the soule sone oute of mynde Marke this Wel and graue it in youre mynde Howe many grete estates gone are before And hoWe after ye shal foloWe by course of kynde Wherfore do for youre silfe I can say no more Though ye be gouernours moste precious in kynde Caste downe your crounes and costely appareyle Endored With golde and precyous stones of ynde For al in the ende lytyl shal auayle Whan youre estates deth lyketh to assayle your bodyes bulgynge with a blyster sore Than Withstande shal neyther plate ne mayle Wherfore do for youre silfe I can say no more There is a vertue that moost is auaunsed Pure perseueraunce called of the porayle By Whome al vertues are enhaunsed Which is not Wonne but by diligente trauayle Ware in the ende for and that vertue fayle Body and soule than are ye forlore Wherfore if ye folowe Wyll holsom counsayle Do for youre silfe I can say no more Kynges prynces moste souerayne of renoune Remembre oure maister that gone is byfore This Worlde is casual nowe vp nowe downe Wherfore do for your silfe I can say no more Amen Honor tibi deus gloria et laus Qd Smerte maister de ses ouzeaus
The Epitaffe of the moste noble valyaunt Iasper late duke of Beddeforde Rydynge al alone with sorowe sore encombred In a frosty fornone faste by seuernes syde The wordil beholdynge wherat moche I Wondred To se the see sonne to kepe both tyme and tyde The ayre ouer my hede so wonderfully to glyde Color ficcio And howe saturne by circuÌ„ference borne is aboute Whiche thynges to beholde clerely me notyfyde One verray god to be therin to haue no dowte And as my fantasy flamyd in that occupacyon fruteles deuoyde of all maner gladnes Of one was I Ware into greate desolacyon To the erthe prostrate rauynge for madnes By menys so inmoderate encreased was his sadnes That by me can not be compyled His dedly sorowe and dolorous dystres Lyfe in hym by deth so ny Was exiled Hym better to beholde so ferre oute of frame Nerre I nyghed farsyd with fragyllyte wherwith Smert I perceyued he called was by name which ouer haukes houndes had auctoryte Though the roume vnmete were for his pouer degre yet fortune so hym farthered to his lorde wherfore him to lye in soch perplexite what it myghte mene I gan to my sylfe recorde I shogged him I shaked him I ofte aboute him Wente And al to knowe Why so care his carayn hyued His temples I rubbyd and by the nose him hente Al as in vayne Was he coude nat be reuyued He waltered he wende and With him silfe stryued Such couÌ„tenauÌ„ce coÌ„tynuynge but or I parte the place Vp his hede he caste whan his woful goste aryued Those Wordes saynge with righte a pytous face O sorowe sorowe beyonde al sorowes sure Metricus pumus Color repeticio All sorowes sure surmountynge lo. To Which payne no pure may endure Endure may none such dedely wo. Wo alas ye inwrapped for he is go Go is he Whose valyaunce to recounte To recounte all other it dyd surmounte Gone is he alas that redy was to do Eche thynge that to nobes required Metricus secundus C. recitacio siÌ„plex Gone is he alas that redy Was to do Eche thynge that curtesye of him desyred Whose frowarde fate falsely was conspyred By antraphos vnasured her vngracyous charmys Iaspar I mene is gone mars son in armys He that of late regnyd in glory With grete glosse buttylly glased M. iii. C. narracio NoWe lo we vnder fote doth he ly With wormys ruly rente and rasyd His carayne stynkynge his fetures fasyd Brother and vncle to kynges yesterday Nowe is he gone and lafte vs as mased Closed here lyeth he in a clote of clay Shal he come agayne a nay nay Where is he become I can not discusse Than with the prophet may We say Non inuentus est locus eius Restynge in him Was honoure with sadnesse Curtesy kyndenesse With great assuraunce Dispysynge vice louynge al way gladnesse Metricus quartus eâ— retrogradiens Color discripcio Knyghtly condicyons feythful alegeaunce Kyndely demenoure gracyous vtteraunce Was none semelyer feture ne face Frendely him fostered quatriuial aliaunce Alas yet dede nowe arte thou iaspar alas wherfore sorowe to oure sorowe none can be founde Ne cause agayne care to mollyfy oure monys Alas the payne For his body and goste Metricus quintus That we loued moste In a graue in the grounde Deth depe hath drounde Amonge robel and stonys Wherfore complayne Complayne complayne who can complayne For I alas past am compleynte To compleyne wyt can not sustayne Deth me with doloure so hath bespraynt M. vi For in my syghte Oure lorde and knyghte Contrary to righte Deth hath ateynte As the vylest of a nacyon Deuoyde of consolacyon By cruel crucyacyon He hath combryd hym sore M. vii C. iteracio He hath him combryd sore That fraunce and englonde bere byfore Armys of both quarteryd And with hony soyte was garteryd Se howe he is nowe marteryd Alas for sorowe therfore Alas for sorowe therfore Oute and Weleaway For people many a score For him shal yel and rore Alas that we were bore To se this dolorous day With asshy hue compleyne also I cry Ladyes damosels mynyonat gorgayse Knyghtes aunterus of the myghty monarchy Complayne also for he that in his dayes To enhaunce wonte was your honoure youre prayse Nowe is he gone of erthly blysse ryfyld For dredeful deth withouten delayse Ful dolorously his breth hath stifild Terys degoutynge also complayne complayne Houndes peerles haukes withoute percialyte Sacris faucons heroners hautayne C. transsumpcio For nowe darked is youre pompe youre prodogalyte youre plesures been past vnto penalyte Of with your rich caperons put on your mourniÌ„g hodes For iaspar your prynce by ê“porcyon of qualyte Paste is by deth those daungerous flodys He that manhode meyntened magnamynite His blasynge blys nowe is with balys blechyd M. viii Throgh dethes croked crabbed cruelte In doloure depe nowe is he droWned drechyd His starynge standerde that in stoures strechyd With a sable serpente nowe set is on a wall His helme heedles cote corseles woful and wrechyd With a swerde handeles there hange they all Gewellys of late poysyd at grete valoyre He ded they desolate of euery 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 M. ix 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 O turmentoure traytoure torterous tyraunte So vnwarely oure duke haste thou slayne C. exclamacio 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 persyd with payne Langoure we in feruente exstasy O murtherer vnmesurable withouten remors Monstruus of entayle aborryd in kynde Thou haste his corse dystressed by force C. reproba cio Who 's parayle alyue thou can not fynde Howe durst hou his flessh and spyryte vnrynde Dissendynge fro Cyzyle Ierusalem 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 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 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 C. newgacio We his seruauntes also sole disconsolate Haste thou lafte so that creatures more maddyr In erthe none Wandreth atWene senit naddyr Wherfore to the felde to the felde on With