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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An Elegie on Henry, fourth Erle of Northumberlande</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ad dominum properato meum mea pagina Percy,<br>Qui Northumbrorum jura paterna gerit.<br>Ad nutum celebris tu porna repone leonis,<br>Quaeque suo patri tristia justa cano.<br>Ast ubi perlegit, dubiam sub mente volutet<br>Fortunam, cunceta quae male fida rotat.<br>Qui leo sit felix, et Nestoris occupet annos;<br>Ad libitum cujus ipse paratus ero.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Skelton Laureat Upon the Dolourus Dethe and Muche Lamentable Chaunce of the Most Honorable Erle of Northumberlande.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>I wayle, I wepe, I sobbe, I sigh ful sore<br>The dedely fate, the dolefulle desteny<br>Of hym that is gone, alas! without restore,<br>Of the bloud royall descending nobelly;<br>Whose lordshyp doutles was slayne lamentably <br>Thorow treson, ageyn him compassed and wrought,<br>Trew to his prince in word, in dede, and thought.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of hevenly poems, O Clyo, calde by name<br>In the colege of Musis goddess hystoriall,<br>Adres the to me, whiche am both halt and lame<br>In elect uteraunce to make memoryall!<br>To the for souccour, to the for helpe I call,<br>Mine homely rudnes and dryghnes to expell<br>With the freshe waters of Elyconys well.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of noble actes aunciently enrolde<br>Of famous pryncis and lordes of astate,<br>Be thy report ar wont to be extold,<br>Regestringe trewly every formare date;<br>Of thy bountie after the usuall rate<br>Kyndell in me suche plenty of thy nobles,<br>Thes sorrowfulle dites that I may shew expres.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In sesons past, who hathe h[ea]rde or sene<br>Of formar writyng by any presidente<br>That vilane hastarddis in their furious tene,<br>Fulfylled with malice of froward entente,<br>Confetered togeder of commonn concente<br>Falsly to slee theyr moste singuler good lord?<br>It may be regestrede of shamefull recorde.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So noble a man, so valiaunt lord and knyght,<br>Fulfilled with honor, as all the world doth ken;<br>At his commaundement which had both day and nyght<br>Knyghtes and squyers, at every season when<br>He calde upon them, as meniall household men;<br>Were not these commons uncurteis karlis of kind<br>To slo their owne lord? God was not in their mynd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And were not they to blame, I say also,<br>That were aboute him, his owne servants of trust,<br>To suffre him slayn of his mortall fo?<br>Fled away from hym, let hym ly in the dust;<br>They bode not till the reckenyng were discust;<br>What shuld I flatter? what shuld I glose or paint?<br>Fy, fy for shame, their heartes were to faint.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In England and Fraunce which gretly was redouted,<br>Of whom both Flaunders and Scotland stode in drede,<br>To whome great estates obeyed and lowted,<br>And mayny of rude villayns made hym for to blede;<br>Unkyndly they slew him; that holp them oft at nede:<br>He was their bulwark, their paves, and their wall,<br>Yet shamefully they slew hym; that shame mot them befal!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I say, ye comoners, why we ye so stark mad?<br>What frantyk frensy fyll in your brayne?<br>Where was your wit and reson ye should have had?<br>What wilful foly made yow to ryse agayne<br>Your naturall lord? alas, I cannot fayne:<br>Ye armyd you with will, and left your wit behynd;<br>Well may you be called comones most unkynd.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He was your chefteyne, your shelde, your chef defence,<br>Redy to assyst you in every time of nede;<br>Your worshyp depended of his excellence;<br>Alas, ye mad men, to far ye did excede;<br>Your hap was unhappy, to ill was your spede:<br>What moved you againe him to war or to fyght?<br>What alyde you to sle your lord again all ryght?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The ground of his quarel was for his soverain lord,<br>The well concerning of all the hole lande,<br>Demandyng suche duties as nedes most acord<br>To the ryght of his prince, which shold not be withstand;<br>For whose cause ye slew him with your owne hand:<br>But had his noble men done wel that day,<br>Ye had not been able to have sayd him nay.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But ther was fals packing, or els I am begylde;<br>How-be-it the mater was evydent and playne,<br>For if they had occupied their spere and their shilde,<br>This noble man doutles had not bene slayne.<br>But men say they wer lynked with a double chaine,<br>And held with the comones under a cloke,<br>Which kindeled the wild fyr that made all this smoke.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The commons renyed ther taxes to pay,<br>Of them demaunded and asked by the kynge;<br>With one voice importune they playnly sayd nay;<br>They buskt them on a bushment themselfe in baile to bring,<br>Againe the kyngs plesure to wrestle or to wring;<br>Bluntly as bestis with boste and with crye<br>They sayd they forsed not, nor carede not to dy.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The noblenes of the north, this valiant lord and knight,<br>As man that was innocent of trechery or traine,<br>Pressed forth boldly to withstand the myght,<br>And, lyke marciall Hector, he faught them agayne,<br>Trustyng in noble men that were with him there;<br>Bot al they fled from hym for falshode or fere.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Barones, knyghtes, squiers, one and all,<br>Together with servauntes of his famuly,<br>Turned their baskis, and let their master fal,<br>Of whos [life] they counted not a flye;<br>Take up whose wold, for ther they let him ly.<br>Alas, his gold, his fee, his annual rent<br>Upon suche a sort was ille bestowd and spent!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He was environd aboute on every syde<br>With his enemyes, that we starke made and wode;<br>Yet while he stode he gave them woundes wyde;<br>Allas for ruth! what thoughe his mynd wer gode,<br>His corage manly, yet ther he shed his blode:<br>Al left alone, alas, he foughte in vayne!<br>For cruelly among them ther he was slayne.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Alas for pite! that Percy thus was spylt, <br>The famous Erle of Northumberland;<br>Of knyghtly prowes the sword, pomel, and hylt,<br>The myghty lyon doutted by se and lande;<br>O dolorous chaunce of Fortunes froward hande!<br>What man, remembryng howe shamefully he was slaine,<br>From bitter weping himself can restrain?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O cruell Mars, thou dedly god of war!<br>O dolorous tewisday, dedicate to thy name,<br>When thou shoke thy sworde so noble a man to mar!<br>O grounde ungracious, unhappy be thy fame,<br>Which wert endyed with rede bloud of the same<br>Most noble erle! O foule mysuryd ground,<br>Whereon he gat his finall dedely wounde!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O Atropos, of the fatall systers iii<br>Goddess most cruel unto the lyfe of man,<br>All merciles, in the is no pite!<br>O homicide, which sleest all that thou can,<br>So forcibly upon this erle thou ran,<br>That with thy sword, enharpit of mortall drede,<br>Thou kit asonder his perfight vitall threde!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My wordes unpullysht be, nakide and playne,<br>Of aureat poems they want ellumynynge; <br>But by them to knowlege ye may attayne<br>Of this lordes dethe and of his murdrynge;<br>Which whils he lyvyd had fuyson of every thing,<br>Of knights, of squyers, chyf lord of toure and towne,<br>Tyll fykkell Fortune began on hym to frowne:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Paregall to dukes, with kynges he might compare,<br>Surmounting in honor all eryls he did excede;<br>To all countreis aboute hym reporte me I dare;<br>Lyke to Eneas benigne in worde and dede,<br>Valiant as Hector in every marciall nede,<br>Provydent, discrete, circumspect, and wyse,<br>Tyll the chaunce ran agayne hym of Fortunes duble dyse.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What nedeth me for to extoll his fame <br>With my rude pen enkankered all with rust?<br>Whose noble actes show worshiply his name,<br>Transendyng far myne homly Muse, that muste<br>Yet somwhat wright supprised with herty lust,<br>Truly reportyng his right noble estate,<br>Immortally whiche is immaculate?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">His noble blode never destaynyd was,<br>Trew to his prince for to defend his ryght<br>Doblenes hatyng fals maters to compas,<br>Treytory and treason he banysht out of syght,<br>With truth to medle was al his holl delyght,<br>As all his countrey can testyfy the same:<br>To sle suche a lorde, alas, it was great shame.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">If the hole quere of the Musis nyne<br>In me all onely wer set and comprised,<br>Enbrethed with the blast of influence devyne,<br>As perfytly as could be thought or devisyd;<br>To me also allthough it were promised<br>Of laureat Phebus holy the eloquence,<br>All were to lytell for his magnificence.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O yonge lyon, but tender yet of age,<br>Grow and encrese, remembre thyne estate;<br>God the assyst unto thyn herytage,<br>And geve the grace to be more fortunate!<br>Agayn rebellyones arme the to make debate;<br>And, as the lyone, whiche is of bestes kynge,<br>Unto thy subjectes by curteis and benygne. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I pray God sende the prosperous lyfe and long,<br>Stable thy mynde constant to be and fast,<br>Ryght to mayntayn, and to resyst all wronge:<br>All flateryng faytors abhor and from the cast;<br>Of foule detraction God kepe the from the blast!<br>Let double delyng in the have no place,<br>And be not lyght of credence in no case.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With hevy chere, with dolorous hart and mynd,<br>Eche man may sorow in his inward thought<br>This lordes death, whose pere is hard to fynd,<br>Allgif Englond and Fraunce were thorow saught.<br>Al kynges, all princes, al dukes, well they ought,<br>Both temorall and spiritual, for to complayne<br>This noble man, that crewelly was slayne:</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">More specially barons, and those knyghtes bold,<br>And al other gentilmen with him entertenyed<br>In fee, as menyall men of his houseold,<br>Whom he as lord worshyply mainteyned;<br>To sorowful weping they ought to be constreined,<br>As oft as they call to theyr remembraunce,<br>Of ther good lord the fate and dedely chaunce.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O perlese Prince of heven emperyall!<br>That with one word formed al thing of noughte;<br>Heven, hell, and erthe obey unto thy call;<br>Which to thy resemblaunce wondersly hast wrought<br>All mankynd, whom thou full dere hast bought,<br>With thy bloud precious our finaunce thou did pay,<br>And us redemed from the fendys pray;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To the pray we, as Prince incomparable, <br>As thou art of mercy and pyte the well,<br>Thou bring unto thy joye eterminable <br>The soull of this lorde from all daunger of hell,<br>In endles blys with the to byde and dwell<br>In thy palace above the orient,<br>Where thou art Lord, and God omnipotent.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">O quene of mercy, O lady full of grace,<br>Mayden most pure, and Goddess moder dere,<br>To sorowful hartes chef comfort and solace,<br>Of all women O flowre withouten pere!<br>Pray to thy Son above the sterris clere,<br>He to vouchesaf, by thy mediacion,<br>To pardon thy servaunt and brynge to salvacion.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421825" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In joy triumphant the hevenly yerarchy,<br>With all the hole sorte of that glorious place,<br>His soull mot receyve into theyr company<br>Thorow bounty of Hym that formed all solace:<br>Wel of pite, of mercy, and of grace,<br>The Father, the Sonn, and the Holy Ghost,<br>In Trinitate one God of myghtes moste!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Skelton">John Skelton</a></strong></div>