Squyer Gret was þe prees þat swarmeth to and fro To gauren on this hors that stondith soo For it so hie was and so brode and longe So wele p(ro)porsyoned for to be stronge Right(e) as it were a stede of Lumbardie, Therwith(e) so horslly, & so quyk att eye As it a gentel poleis courser were For certes fro(m) his taile vnto his ere Nature ne art, ne couth hym not amend In no degre as all, the peple wend But euer more, here most, wonder was How þat it couth goo, and was of bras It was a feirie as the peple semed Dyu(er)se Folk dyuersly haue demed As many hedes, as manye wittes been. þei mermerid as doth a swarm(e) of been. And maden skeles after here fantasies Rehersyng of this olde Poetries And seiden it was like the Pegease The hors þat had wynges for to fle, Or els it was the Grekes hors Synon, That brouth Troy to Destruccio(u)n As men mowe in þise olde gestes rede Myn hert q(uo)d oon is eu(er)more in drede I trow some men of armes ben here Inne That shapen hem þis Cite for to wynne It were right good þat al such þing were knowe A nother rowned to his Felowe lowe And seide he lieth, for it is rather like An apparence made by some magike As Jogelours pleyen at thise grete Of sondry doutes þus þei iangle & trete And lewde Peple demen Comunly Of thyng(es) þat be made more subtelly þen þei conne in her(e) lewdnes co(m)p(re)hende They demon gladly to the badder ende And some of hem wondred on þe myrrour That born(e) was up vnto the maister Tour How men myght in it suche thyng(es) se A noþ(er) annswerd & seide it myght wele be Naturally bi composisyons Of angelis and of sligh reflecio(u)ns And saide that in Rome was such oon They speken of Alceon and Vituleon Of Aristotle that wrote in here lyves Of queynt myrrous and of p(er)spectyues As knowen þei þat haue here bokis herd And other Folk haue wondred on þe swerd That wolde p(er)cen þrough out eu(er)y thyng And fellen in speche of Theolophus þe kyng And of Achilles For his queynte spere For he couth w(i)t(h) it both hele and dere Right in such gise, as men inow w(i)t(h) þe swerd Of which right nowe, ye haue yo(ur)self herd They speken of sundry hardyngis of metall And speken of medecyns þer with all And how and when it shold I herded be,
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Squyer Gret was þe prees þat swarmeth to and fro To gauren on this hors that stondith soo For it so hie was and so brode and longe So wele p(ro)porsyoned for to be stronge Right(e) as it were a stede of Lumbardie, Therwith(e) so horslly, & so quyk att eye As it a gentel poleis courser were For certes fro(m) his taile vnto his ere Nature ne art, ne couth hym not amend In no degre as all, the peple wend But euer more, here most, wonder was How þat it couth goo, and was of bras It was a feirie as the peple semed Dyu(er)se Folk dyuersly haue demed As many hedes, as manye wittes been. þei mermerid as doth a swarm(e) of been. And maden skeles after here fantasies Rehersyng of this olde Poetries And seiden it was like the Pegease The hors þat had wynges for to fle, Or els it was the Grekes hors Synon, That brouth Troy to Destruccio(u)n As men mowe in þise olde gestes rede Myn hert q(uo)d oon is eu(er)more in drede I trow some men of armes ben here Inne That shapen hem þis Cite for to wynne It were right good þat al such þing were knowe A nother rowned to his Felowe lowe And seide he lieth, for it is rather like An apparence made by some magike As Jogelours pleyen at thise grete Of sondry doutes þus þei iangle & trete And lewde Peple demen Comunly Of thyng(es) þat be made more subtelly þen þei conne in her(e) lewdnes co(m)p(re)hende They demon gladly to the badder ende And some of hem wondred on þe myrrour That born(e) was up vnto the maister Tour How men myght in it suche thyng(es) se A noþ(er) annswerd & seide it myght wele be Naturally bi composisyons Of angelis and of sligh reflecio(u)ns And saide that in Rome was such oon They speken of Alceon and Vituleon Of Aristotle that wrote in here lyves Of queynt myrrous and of p(er)spectyues As knowen þei þat haue here bokis herd And other Folk haue wondred on þe swerd That wolde p(er)cen þrough out eu(er)y thyng And fellen in speche of Theolophus þe kyng And of Achilles For his queynte spere For he couth w(i)t(h) it both hele and dere Right in such gise, as men inow w(i)t(h) þe swerd Of which right nowe, ye haue yo(ur)self herd They speken of sundry hardyngis of metall And speken of medecyns þer with all And how and when it shold I herded be,
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