Mars with septer
[19] a king coronate,
Furius
[20] in affliction, and taketh no regarde.
By terrible fightyng he is our prymate
And god of battell, and person ryght forward,
Of warries
[21] the tutor, the locke and the warde.
His power, his might, who can them resyst?
Not all this worlde, if that him selfe lyst.
Not all this worlde, who told the
[22] so?
Where is that written, ryght fayne wold I see?
Ye came lyke a foole and so shall ye go.
By one person only deceived ye may be
And by astronomy, I tell vnto the.
If that will not helpe, some shyft shal I fynde
By craft or cunnyng, Mars for to blynde.
Venus a god of loue most decorate,
The floure of women and lady most pvre,
Louers to concorde she doth aye aggregate
With parfyte loue, as marble to dure,
The knot of loue, she knittes on them sure
With frendly amite
[23] and neuer to discorde
By dedes, thought, cogitation, nor worde.
Not to discorde? yed
[24] did I never see,
Knowe not here tell of louers suche twayne,
But some fault there was, learne this of me.
Other in thought, or yet in wordes playne
Your reasons be nought, your tongue goeth in vayne.
By naturall person such loue is not found
In Fraunce, Flaunders, nor yet in Englysh ground.
The God of wyne, that Bachus hath to name,
The sender of fruytes, that maketh wynes all,
May slake or make or put them in frame,
All at his pleasure and use dynyall.
[25]He may the
[26] exalt in lyke wyse to fall,
Their lorde and meister,
[27] and chief gouernour
He may then destroye and make in an houre.
All to destroye it is not by his myght,
Nor yet for to make, of that be thou sure.
“Omnia per ipsum,” Saint Johan sayes full ryght.
Than we call Christ our god and our treasure.
Presume not so hye,
[28] you fayle of your measure,
Rede, heare and see, and here well a waye,
Unknowen, vnsayde and for grace thou pray.