The State of the Nation

Now ys Yngland alle in fyght;
Moche peple of consyens lyght;
Many knyghtes, and lytyl of myght;
Many lawys, and lytylle ryght;
Many actes of parlament,
And few kept wyth tru entent;
Lytylle charyté, and fayne to plese;
Many a galant penyles;
And many a wondurfulle dysgyzyng,
By unprudent and myssavyzyng;
Grete countenanse, and smalle wages;
Many gentyllemen, and few pages;
Wyde gownys, and large slevys;
Wele besene, and strong thevys;
Moch bost of there clothys,
But wele I wot they lake none othys.
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