humby you exhorte

Spyrytuall and temporall with the comyns vnyfyde

To gyue god the prayse which dothe grace prouyde

Englonde be gladde / the dewe of grace is spred

The dewe of Ioy / the dewe holsome and soote

Dystylled is nowe from the rose so red

And of the whyte so spryngynge from the roote

After our trouble to be refute and boote

This ryall tree was planted as I knowe

By god aboue the rancour to downe throwe

Who is the floure that dothe this grace dystyll

But onely Henry the viii.kynge of his name

With golden droppes all Englonde to fulfyll

To shewe his larges his honour and his fame

His dedes therto exemplefye the fame

Wherefore nowe Englonde with hole deuocyon

For this yonge kynge make dayly orayson

Our late souerayne his fader excellent

I knowe ryght well some holde oppynyon

That to auaryce he had entendement

Gadrynge grete rychesse of this his regyon

But they lytell knowe by theyr small reason

For what hye entente he gadered doutles

Vnto his grace suche innumerable ryches

For I thynke well and god had sente hym lyfe

As they haue meruaylled moche of this gadrynge

So it to them sholde haue ben affyrmatyfe

To haue had grete wonder of his spendynge

It may fortune he thought to haue mouynge

Of mortall warre our fayth to stablysshe

Agaynst the turkes theyr power to mynysshe

But syth that dethe by his course naturall

Hathe hym arested / and wolde not delay

Lyke wyse as he was so be we mortall

How / where / or whan I cam nothynge say

Therfore to god aboue let vs all pray

For to graunt hym mercy whiche was our kynge

Bryngynge his soule to Ioy euerlastinge

A fayre Englonde mystruste the ryght nought

Regarde ryght well / his sonnes Iustyce

Se how that they whyche inuencyons sought

Delytynge them in the synne of auaryce

To oppresse the comyns by grete preiudyce

Dothe he not punysshe them accordynge to lawe

Suche newe promocyons to dampne and withdrawe

Saturne

Fy on the saturne with thy mysty fume

Replete with fraude treason and wyckednes

To shewe thy beames thou darest not presume

So cursed thou arte withouten stablenes

Deuoyde of grace fulfylled with doblenes

Thy power to Englonde was neuer amyable

But alwayes euyll vntrue and varyable

Iupyter.

Now gentyll Iupyter the lodesterre of lyghte

Thy stedfast beames so fayre and so clere

Cast now abrede that we may haue a syght

To gladde vs all whan that they do appere

Sendynge downe trouthe from thy fulgent spere

For to make our hertes mekely to enclyne

To serue our souerayue whiche doth nowe domyne

Mars

O myghty Mars o god of the warre

O flambynge honour of euery hardy herte

Sende downe thy power truely from so ferre

Us to encourage that we do not sterte

But by hardynes that we may subuerte

Our soueraynes enemyes to hym contraryous

By bataylles fyrse ryghtfull and rygorous

Phebus

And thou fayre bright / and aureate phebus

Encreace now lyght with loue and honoure

Amonge the lordes so gay and gloryus

With thy radyant beames so hye of fauoure

Deuoydynge all trechery debate and rancoure

Any yllumyne the mynde with