John Skelton - Knoledge, Acquayntance, Resort, Fauour With Grace lyrics

Knoledge, acquayntance, resort, fauour with grace; Delyte, desyre, respyte wyth lyberte; Corage wyth lust, conuenient tyme and space; Dysdayns, dystres, exylyd cruelte; Wordys well set with good habylyte; Demure demenaunce, womanly of porte; Transendyng plesure, surmountyng all dysporte; Allectuary arrectyd to redres These feuerous axys, the dedely wo and payne Of thoughtfull hertys plungyd in dystres; Refresshyng myndys the Aprell shoure of rayne; Condute of comforte, and well most souerayne; Herber enverduryd, contynuall fressh and grene; Of lusty somer the pa**yng goodly quene; The topas rych and precyouse in vertew; Your ruddys wyth ruddy rubys may compare; Saphyre of sadnes, enuayned wyth indy blew; The pullyshed perle youre whytenes doth declare; Dyamand poyntyd to rase oute hartly care; Geyne surfetous suspecte the emeraud commendable; Relucent smaragd, obiecte imcomperable; Encleryd myrroure and perspectyue most bryght, Illumynyd wyth feturys far pa**yng my reporte; Radyent Esperus, star of the clowdy nyght, Lode star to lyght these louers to theyr porte, Gayne dangerous stormys theyr anker of supporte, Theyr sayll of solace most comfortably clad, Whych to behold makyth heuy hartys glad: Remorse haue I of youre most goodlyhod, Of youre behauoure curtes and benynge, Of your bownte and of youre womanhod, Which makyth my hart oft to lepe and sprynge, And to remember many a praty thynge; But absens, alas, wyth tremelyng fere and drede Abashyth me, albeit I haue no nede. You I a**ure, absens is my fo, My dedely wo, my paynfull heuynes; And if ye lyst to know the cause why so, Open myne hart, beholde my mynde expres: I wold ye coud ! then shuld ye se, mastres, How there nys thynge that I couet so fayne As to enbrace you in myne armys twayne. Nothynge yerthly to me more desyrous Than to beholde youre bewteouse countenaunce: But, hatefull absens, to me so enuyous, Though thou withdraw me from her by long dystaunce, Yet shall she neuer oute of remembraunce; For I haue grauyd her wythin the secret wall Of my trew hart, to loue her best of all! Qd Skelton, laureat.