John Skelton - A Lawde and Prayse lyrics

[a laude and prayse made for our souereigne lord the kyng.] The Rose both white and Rede In one rose now dothe grow: Thus thorow every stede Thereof the fame dothe blow: Grace the sede did sow. England now gaddir flowris Exclude now all dolowrs Noble Henry the eight Thy loving souereine lorde Of kingis line moost streight His titille dothe Recorde: In whome dothe wele Acorde Alexis yonge of Age Adrastus wise and sage: Astrea Iustice hight That from the starry sky Shall now com and do Right: This hunderd yere scantly A man kowd not Aspy That Right dwelt vs Among And that was the more wrong. Right shall the foxis chare The wolvis the beris also That wrowght have moche care And browght Englond in wo They shall wirry no mo Nor wrote the Rosary By extort Trechery. Of this our noble king The law they shall not breke They shall com to Rekening No man for them wil speke: The pepil durst not creke Theire grevis to complaine They browght them in soche paine. Therfor nomore they shall The commouns overbace That wont wer overall Both lorde and knight to face: For now the yeris of grace And welthe ar com Agayne That maketh England faine. Adonis of Freshe colour Of yowthe the godely flour Our prince of hih honour Our paves our succour Our king our Emperour Our Priamus of Troy Our welth our worldly Ioy. Vpon vs he doth Reigne That makith our hartis glad As king moost souereine That ever Englond had Demure sober and sad And Martis lusty knight God save him in his Right: Amen Bien men souient: Deo .21. gracias