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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Auncient Acquaintance, Madam, Betwen Vs Twayn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The auncient acquaintance, madam, betwen vs twayn,<br>The famylyaryte, the formal dalyaunce,<br>Causyth me that I can not myself refrayne<br>But that I must wryte for my plesaunt pastaunce:<br>Remembryng your passying goodly countenaunce,<br>Your goodly port, your bewteous visage,<br>Ye may be countyd comfort of all corage.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Of all your feturs fauorable to make tru discripcion,<br>I am insuffycyent to make such enterpryse;<br>For thus dare I say, without [con]tradiccyon,<br>That dame Menolope was neuer half so wyse:<br>Yet so it is that a rumer begynneth for to ryse,<br>How in good horsmen ye set your hole delyght,<br>And haue forgoten your old trew louyng knyght.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Wyth bound and rebound, bounsyngly take vp<br>Hys jentyll curtoyl, and set nowght by small naggys!<br>Spur vp at the hynder gyrth, with Gup, morell, gup!<br>With, Jayst ye, jenet of Spayne, for your tayll waggys!<br>Ye cast all your corage vppon such courtly haggys.<br>Haue in sergeaunt ferrour, myne horse behynd is bare;<br>He rydeth well the horse, but he rydeth better the mare.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Ware, ware, the mare wynsyth wyth her wanton hele!<br>She kykyth with her kalkyns and keylyth with a clench;<br>She goyth wyde behynde, and hewyth neuer a dele:<br>Ware gallyng in the widders, ware of that wrenche!<br>It is perlous for a horseman to dyg in the trenche.<br>Thus greuyth your husband, that ryght jentyll knyght,<br>And so with youre seruantys he fersly doth fyght.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">So fersly he fytyth, his mynde is so fell,<br>That he dryuyth them doune with dyntes on ther day wach;<br>He bresyth theyr braynpannys and makyth them to swell,<br>Theyre browys all to-brokyn, such clappys they cach;<br>Whose jalawsy malycyous makyth them to lepe the hach;<br>By theyr conusaunce knowing how they serue a wily py:<br>Ask all your neybours whether that I ly.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It can be no counsell that is cryed at the cros:<br>    For youre jentyll husband sorowfull am I;<br>How be it, he is not furst hath had a los:<br>Aduertysyng you, madame, to warke more secretly,<br>Let not all the world make an owtcry;<br>Play fayre play, madame, and loke ye play clene,<br>Or ells with gret shame your game wylbe sene.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Qd Skelton, laureat.</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>