Classic Poem

Go lytell treatyse submyt the humbly
To our souerayne lorde / to be in his presence
Besechynge his grace to accepte the mekely
And to pardon thy rudenes and neclygence
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To compyle those maters whiche sholde pleasure be
Unto his hyghnes and regall maieste

Now ye fayre laydes, wyse and vertuous
I ryght humbly praye you for to condyscende
To accepte my makynge nothynge facundious
I wolde that fortune wolde connynge extende
That myn endytynge I myght than amende
To dyrecte my maters after your pleasaunce
Whiche yet replete am with all ygnoraunce

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