Pithy pleasaunt and profitable workes of maister Skelton, Poete Laureate. Nowe collected and newly published. Anno 1568

WHan I remembre agayne How my philip was slaine Neuer halfe the paine Was betwene you twayne Pyramus and Theshe As than befell to me I wept and I wayled The teares down hayled But nothing it auailed To call Pptlip agayne Whom Gib our cat hath slayne.

Gib I say our cat Worrowed her on that Which I loued beste It cannot be exprest My sorowful heauynes But al without redres For within that stound Half slumbryng in a sounde I fell downe to the ground

¶ Unneth I kest mine eyes Toward the cloudy skyes But when I did behold My sparow dead and cold No creature but that wold Haue rewed vpon me To behold and see What heauines did me pange Wherwith my hādes I wrange That my senowes cracked As though I had ben racked So payned and so strained That no life welnye remained ¶ I sighed and I sobbed For that I was robbed Of my sparowes life O mayden, widow and wife Of what estate ye be Of hye or low degre Great sorow then ye might se And learne to wepe at me Such paynes did me freat That mine harte did beat My visage pale and dead Wanne, and blue as lead The panges of hateful death wel nye stopped my breathe.

Heu heu me That I am woe for thee Ad dum cumtribularer clamaui Of god nothing els craue I