For knighthode is not in the feates of warre,
As for to fight in quarell right or wronge,
But in a cause which trouth can not defarre;
He ought him selfe for to make sure and stronge
Justice to kepe mixt with mercy amonge;
And no quarell a knight ought to take,
But for a trouth or for the comins sake.

In a slombrynge slepe with slouth opprest
As I in my naked bedde was leyd
Thynkynge all nyght to take my rest
Morpleus to me than made abreyd
And in my dreme me thought he sayd
Come walke with me in a medowe amerous
Depeynted with floures that be delycyous.

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O mortall folke, you may beholde and see
Howe I lye here, sometime a mighty knight;
The ende of joye, and all prosperitie
Is death at last, th[o]rough his course and myght:
After the day there cometh the darke nyght,
For thoughe the day be never so long,
At last the belles ringeth to evensong