Here begynnethe the boke calledde Iohn bochas descriuinge the falle of princis princessis [and] other nobles tra[n]slated i[n]to englissh by Iohn ludgate mo[n]ke of the monastery of seint edmu[n]des Bury ...
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- Here begynnethe the boke calledde Iohn bochas descriuinge the falle of princis princessis [and] other nobles tra[n]slated i[n]to englissh by Iohn ludgate mo[n]ke of the monastery of seint edmu[n]des Bury ...
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- Boccaccio, Giovanni, 1313-1375.
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- [London :: Printed by Richard Pynson,
- 1494 (27 Jan.)]
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- Kings and rulers -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800.
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"Here begynnethe the boke calledde Iohn bochas descriuinge the falle of princis princessis [and] other nobles tra[n]slated i[n]to englissh by Iohn ludgate mo[n]ke of the monastery of seint edmu[n]des Bury ..." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A16251.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 17, 2024.
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With loke doun cast dedly pale of there
Of Sardanya Eneys next cam doun
Kynge of that londe to tell the manere
Howe he we••••ayed ageyn the mighty toun
Called Bonya to his confusion
By theym venquesshed and with cheynes rounde
Dyed in prison so longe he lay there bounde
Folowynge myn auctoure called bochas Iohn
In Sardanya as he maketh mynde
Serpent nor wulf in that londe was none
Hauynge a well which of very kynde
Theuys iyen the water maketh blynde
To true folke as he doth dyuyne
Water therof was helth and medecyne
There groweth also an herbe as bokes saye
Which that is so dyuers of nature
Who tasteth therof laughynge he shall dye
No medecyne may helpe theym nor socoure
The touch therof stante eke in auenture
If it entre his mouth on any syde
He shall alyue for laughter nat abyde
Another Frederyk was slayne by iugement of hys brother.
There was another frowarde frederyk
Sonne of alphonce that was kynge of castyle
Of corage wode and eke frentyke
His own brother falsly to begyle
Began a werre lastynge but awhile
Whoos purpos was his brother to desceyue
And the crown of Castyle to receyue
This frederyk cam with a great batayle
Ageyn his brother for the same entente
Of his purpose yit he dyd fayle
God nor fortune were nat of assent
Take in the fe••ld and by Iugement
Of his brother for his great trespace
Slayne openly had no better grace