Skelton poeta to the quene of Fame.
RYght high and mighty princes of astate
In famous glory all other transcendyng
Of your bounte the customable rate
Hath ben ful often, and yet is attendyng
To all that to reason is condiscendyng
But if hasty credēce by maintenaunce of myght
Fortune to stande betwene you and the lyght.
But suche euidence I thynke for to enduce,
And so largely to lay for myne indempnyte
That I trust to make mine excuse
Of what charge so euer ye lay against me
For of my bokes, parte ye shal se
Which in your recordes I know wel be enrolde
And so occupacion your Regester me tolde.
Forth with she cōmāded I shuld take my place
Caliope pointed me where I shoulde sit