A Balade specifienge partly the maner, partly the matter, in the most excellent meetyng
and lyke mariage betwene our Soveraigne Lord, and our Soveraigne Lady, the
Kynges and Queenes highnes.
Pende by John Heywod.
|
THe egles byrde hath spred his wings
|
And from far of, hathe taken flyght
|
In whiche meane way by no leurings
|
On bough or braunch this birde wold light
|
Till on the rose, both red and whight
|
He lighteth now, moste lovinglie
|
And therto moste behovinglie.
|
The monthe ensuing next to June
|
This birde, this floure for perche doth take
|
Retoysinglie him selfe to prune
|
He rousith, rypelie to awake
|
Upon this perche to chose his make
|
Concluding strayght for rype right rest
|
In the lions boure, to bilde his nest
|
A birde, a beast to make to choose
|
Namelie the beaste most furious
|
It may seeme straunge, and so it doose
|
And to this birde injurious
|
It semthe a case right curious
|
To make construction in suche sens
|
As may stande for this birds defens
|
But marke, this lion so by name
|
Is properlie a lambe tassyne
|
No lion wilde, a lion tame
|
No rampant lion masculyne
|
The lamblike lion feminyne
|
Whole milde meeke propertie aleurth
|
This birde to light, and him asseurth
|
The egles birde, the egles eyre
|
All other birds far surmounting
|
The crounid lion, matcheth feyre
|
Croune unto croune, this birde dothe bring
|
A queenelie queene, a kinglie king
|
Thus, lyke to lyke here matched is
|
What matche may match more mete then this
|
So meete a matche in parentage
|
So meete a matche in dignite
|
So meete a matche in patronage,
|
So meete matche in benignite,
|
So macht from all malignite
|
As (thankes to god gyven for the same)
|
Seelde hathe ben seene, thus sayth the fame
|
This meete met matche, at first meeting
|
In theyr aproche togither neere
|
Lovlie lovelie lyveli greeting
|
In eche to other, did so appeere
|
That lookers on, al must graunt cleere
|
Theire usage of suche humayne reache
|
As all might lerne, but none coulde teache
|
Then in conjoyning of these twayne
|
Suche sacred solempne solempnite
|
Suche fare in feaste to entertayne
|
Suche notable nobilite
|
Suche honour withe suche honeste
|
Suche Joy, all these to plat in plot
|
Plat them who can, for I can not
|
But here one deyntie president
|
Nombre so greate, in place so small
|
Nacions so manie, so different
|
So sodenlie met, so agreed all
|
Without offensyve worde let fall
|
Save sight of twayne, for whome all met
|
No one sight there, lyke this to get
|
This lamblyke lyon, and lamblike burde
|
To show effect, as cause affordes
|
For that they lamblike be concurde
|
The lamb of lambs, the lorde of lordes
|
Let us lyke lambs, as moste acordes
|
Moste mekelie thanke, in humble wyse
|
As humble hart, may most devyle
|
Whiche thanks full gyven most thankfullie
|
To prayer fall we on our kneese
|
That it may lyke that lorde on hie
|
In helthe and welth to prosper theese
|
As falth for thier moste high degreese
|
And that all we, their subjects may
|
Them and their lawes, love and obay
|
And that betwene these twayne and one
|
The thre and one, one once to sende
|
In one to knit us everichone
|
And to that one, such mo at ende
|
As his will only shall extende
|
Graunte this good god, adding thie grace
|
To make us meete tobtayne this case
|
|
|
|
|
|