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Howe kinge Roboam for gyuynge feith to yonge counseyle lost the beneuolence of his people and dyed a foole
vNto Iohn bochas in ordre next ther̄ cā
With ful grete dole and lamentacion
The yonge kinge callyd Roboam
Sonne and next heire to Salamon
Entringe by tytle of iust succession
Besought myn auctour to make of his folye
And of his fallynge a pitous tragedie
First whan he entryd into his region
Twelue tribus gouernynge in dede
Rulyd him silf by will and no reason
Kepte his subiettes pleynly as I rede
Not vnder loue but vndre frowarde drede
Of olde wise to his greate disauaile
He despised the doctryne and counsayle
He demenyd as it was well couth
His ceptre / his crowne / and his regalie
By such folke as floured in their youth
Coude of custum their wittes well applie
To blende him falsly with their flaterie
Which is a stepmoder callyd in substaunce
To all vertue and all good gouernaunce
Alas it is greate dole and greate pyte
That flaterye shulde haue so greate fauoure
Which blindeth princes that they may nat se
Misteth the iyen of euery gouernoure
That they can nat knowe their owne erroure
Fals hony shed ay on their sentence
A fole is he that yeueth to theym credence
They may be callyd the deuyls tabourers
With frowarde sownys ceris to fulfyll
Or of Cures the {per}ilous botelers
Which gall and hony doun distill
Whoos drinkes ben both amerous and ill
And as clerkes well deuise cūne
Wors than the drynkes of Cirenes tūne
Erys of princes full well they can enoynt
With the softe oyle of adulacion
And their termys moost subtilly appoynt
Eche thinge concludynge with fals decepcion
Ay blandisshinge with amerous poyson
And fynally as the poete sayth
Their feith of custum concludeth with vnfeith
Flourynge in wordys though there be no frute
Double of herte plesaunte of langage
Of true menynge voide and destitute
In mustrynge outwarde pretende a faire visage
Who trustith theym fyndeth smale auauntage
By apparence and glorious fressh shewynge
Princes deceyuynge and many worthy kynge
Roboam can bere full well witnesse
From auoidynge folkes that were true
Howe he was hyndryd by flaterye and falnesse
By theym that coude forge oute tales newe
Whoos counseile after sore dyd him rewe
And with their feyned fals suggestion
Greatly abridgyd his domynacion
He dempte him selfe of more auctorite
Of foly youth and of presumpcion
Than was his fader in greate rialtie
And this pompous fals opinion
Cam into his conceit by adulacion
For flaterers bare to him witnesse
Howe he excelled his faders high noblesse
He dyd greate rigour and oppression
Vpon his people as it was well prouyd
And to fynde sum mitigacion
They in maters which that haue theym greuyd
Of their tributes for to be releuyd
Besought he wolde relece theym in their nede
But all for nought he toke therof none hede
All olde counseile from him he set aside
And refusyd their doctrine and their lore
And by fals counseyll of folkes full of pride
His pore lieges he oppressyd sore
And ten kynredys anone without more
For tyrannye and mysgouernaunce
From him withdrough the trouth and ligeaunce
This of the kynge conceyued the rigour
The people anone of Indignacion
Stoned adoram which was collectour
Of the tributis in all his region
From him de{per}tynge by rebellion
Wherof astonyed to auenge his greate vnright
In to Ierusalem toke anone his flight