Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
sith all things is in so good state, my commons as you say That it may so continue still, the sacred gods I pray. And as to me your trustiness, shall any ways be found, So still to maintain your estate, I surely shallbe bound. And for your faithful hearts, the which you granted have to me Both you my lords, and commons eke, I thank you heartily. Therefore sith time will have an end, & now my mind you know Let us give place to time, and to our palace let us go. We both will weight upon your grace, if'ft please you to depart Even when you please to weigh you on I shall with all my heart A kingdom kept in Amity, and void of dissension, Ne divided in himself, by any kind of way, neither provoked by words, of reprehension, Must needs long continue, as Truth doth say. For descension and strife, is the path to decay. And continuing therein, must of necessity, Be quite ruinate, and brought unto misery. Where I Dewtey am neglected, of any estate. Their strife and dissension, my place do supply: Cankered malice pride, and debate, Therefore to rest, all means do try. Then ruin comes after, of their state whereby, They are utterly extinguished, leaving nought behind, Whereof so much as their, name we may find. He that leadeth his life, as his fancy doth like, Though for a while, the same he may hide: ye Truth, the daughter of Time, will it seek, And so in a time, it will be descried. Yet in such time as it can not, be denied? But receive due punishment, as god shall see, For the fault committed, most convenient to be. As this story here hath, made open unto ye, Which if it have been marked, much prophet may arise? For as Truth sayth, nothings written be, But for our learning, in any kind of wise. By which we may learn, the ill to despise, And the truth to imitate, thus Truth doth say: The which for to do, I beseech God we may. For your gentle patience, we give you thanks heartily, And therefore our duty weighed, let us all pray, For Elizabeth our Queen, whose gracious majesty: May rain over us, in health for aye, Like wise for her council, that each of them may. Have the spirit of grace, their doings to direct, In setting up virtue, and vice to correct. For all the nobility, and spiritualty, let us pray, For judges, and head officers, whatever they be: According to our abundant duties, especially I say, For my Lord Mayre, Lieutenant of this noble City. And for all his brethren, with the commonality. That each of them, doing their duties a right, May after death possess heaven, to their hearts delight.
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Syeth all thinges is in ſo good ſtate, my commons as you ſaye That it may ſo contynew ſtyll, the ſacred godes I praye. And as to me your truſteynes, ſhall anye wayes be found, So ſtyll to mayntayne your eſtate, I ſureley ſhalbe bound. And for your faythfull harts, the which you graūted haue to me Both you my lordes, and commons eke, I thanke you hartele. Therfore ſith time wil haue an end, & now my mind you know Let vs giue place to tyme, and to our pallaſe let vs go. We both wil waight vpon your grace, yft pleaſe you to depart Eeuen when you pleaſe to waigh you on I ſhall wt all my hart A kyngdome kept in Amyte, and voyde of diſſention, Ne deuydyd in him ſelfe, by aney kynde of waye, Neather prouoked by wordes, of reprehention, Muſt nedes long contynew, as Truth doth ſaye. For deſention and ſtryfe, is the path to decaye. And continuinge therein, muſt of neſecttie, Be quight ruinate, and brought vnto myſerye. Where I Dewtey am neclected, of aney eſtate. Their ſtryfe and dyſſention, my place do ſupplye: Cankred mallyſe pryde, and debate, Therefore to reſt, all meanes do trye. Then ruin comes after, of their ſtate whereby, They are vtterly extynguyſhed, leuinge nought behynde, Whereof ſo much as their, name we maye fynde. He that leadeth his lyfe, as his phanſey doth lyke, Though for a whyle, the ſame he may hyde: Yée Truth, the daughter of Tyme, wyll it ſeke, And ſo in a tyme, it wyll be diſcryde. Yet in ſuch tyme as it can not, be denyed? But receaue dew punniſhment, as god ſhall ſe, For the faute commytted, moſt conuenient to be. As this ſtorye here hath, made open vnto ye, Which yf it haue byn marked, much prophet may aryſe? For as Truth ſayth, nothinges wryten be, But for our learninge, in anye kynde of wyſe. By which we may learne, the yll to diſpyſe, And the truth to imitate, thus Truth doth ſaye: The which for to do, I beſech God we maye. For your gentle pacience, we geue you thankes hartely, And therefore our dewtey weyed, let vs all praye, For Elyzabeth our Quene, whoſe gratious maieſtie: May rayne ouer vs, in helth for aye, Lyke wyſe for her councell, that each of them maye. Haue the ſpyryte of grace, their doinges to dyrecte, In ſettinge vp vertue, and vyce to correcte. For all the Nobylytie, and ſpiritualtie, let vs praye, For Iudges, and head officers, what euer they be: According to oure boundaunt dewties, eſpetially I ſaye, For my Lord Mayre, lyfetennaunt of this noble Cytie. And for all his brytherne, with the cominualtie. That eache of them, doinge their dewties a ryght, May after death poſſes heauen, to their hartes delyght.