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Fortunés wheel go'th round about
A thousand timés day and night, Whose course standeth ever in doubt
For to transmue she is so light, For which adverteth in your sight
Th' untrust of worldly fickleness, Save women, which of kindly right
Ne hath no touch of doubleness.
What man ymay the wind restrain,
Or holden a snake by the tail? Who may a slipper eel constrain
That it will void withouten fail? Or who can driven so a nail
To maké sure newfangleness, Save women, that can gie their sail
To row their boat with doubleness ?
every haven they can arrive Whereat they wot is good passáge; Of innocence they cannot strive
With wawés, nor no rockés rage; So happy is their lodemanage
With needle' and stone their course to dress, That Solomon was not so sage
To find in them no doubleness.
Therefore whoso doth them accuse
Of any double intention,
All is but false collusión,
I dare right well the soth express; They have no better protection,
But shroud them under doubleness.
So well fortunéd is their chance,
The dice to-turnen up so down, With sice and cinque they can advance,
And then by revolution They set a fell conclusión
Of lombés, as in sothfastness, Though clerkés maken mention
Their kind is fret with doubleness.
Sampson yhad experience
That women were full true yfound When Dalila of innocence
With shearés 'gan his hair to round; To speak also of Rosamond,
And Cleopatra's faithfulness, The stories plainly will confound
Men that apeach their doubleness.
Single thing is not ypraised,
Nor of old is of no renown,
For lack of weight they be borne down, And for this cause of just reason
These women all of rightwisness
O YE women! which be inclinéd
My name is Parrot, a byrd of paradise,
As Persius, that poet, doth report of me,
SKELTON was an Englishman born as Skogyn was, and he was educated and brought up in Oxford, and there was he made a poet laureate. On time he had been to Abingdon to make merry, where he had eat salt meats; and he did come home late to Oxford, and he did lie in an inn named the Tabor, which is now the Angel. And he did drinke, and went to bed. About middle night he was so thirsty or dry that he was constrained to call to the tapster for drinke; and the tapster heard him not. “Alack," said Skelton, “I shall perish for lack of drinke!” What remede? At the last he did cry out, and said, “ Fire! fire! fire!” Skelton heard every man bustle himself upward; and some were naked, and some were half asleep and amazed. And Skelton did cry, “Fire! fire!” still, that every man knew not whither to resort. Then did Skelton go to bed, and the host and hostess, and the tapster with the ostler, did run to Skelton's chamber with candles lighted in their handes, saying, “Where, where, where is the fire?” “Here, here,