John Skelton Quotes

When I remember again How my Philip was slain, Never half the pain Was between you twain, Pyramus and Thisbe, As then befell to me. I wept and I wailed, The tearės down hailed, But nothing it availed To call Philip again Whom Gib, our cat, hath slain.

The kynges courte
Shulde have the excellence;
But Hampton Court
Hath the preemynence!

The wolfe from the dore.

Englande the flowre
Of relucent honowre,
In olde commemoration
Most royall Englyssh nacion.

There is nothynge that more dyspleaseth God,
Than from theyr children to spare the rod.

Maide, wydowe, or wyffe.

The honor of Englond I lernyd to spelle,
In dygnyte roiall that doth excelle.

Ye cobble and ye clout
Holy scripture so about,
That people are in great dout
And feare leest they be out
Of all good Christen order.
Thus all thyng ye disorder
Thorowe out every border.

Why come ye nat to court?
To whyche court?
To the kynges courte?
Or to Hampton Court?

At Branxton More and Flodden hylles,
Our Englysh bowes, our Englysh bylles,
Agaynst you gave so sharpe a shower,
That of Scotland ye lost the flower.

Twyt, Scot, go kepe thy den.
Mell nat with Englyshe men.
Thou dyd nothyng but barke
At the castell of Warke.

What dreamest thou, drunkard, drowsy pate?
Thy lust and liking is from thee gone;
Thou blinkard blowboll, thou wakest too late.

Stedfast of thought,
Wele made, wele wrought;
Far may be sought
Erst that ye can fynde
So courteise, so kynde
As mirry Margarete,
This midsomer flowre,
Jentyll as fawcoun
Or hawke of the towre.

He knew what is what.

He ruleth all the roste.