I saye, thou madde Marche hare, I wondre howe ye dare Open your janglyng jawes To prech in any clawes, Lyke pratynge poppyng dawes, Agaynst her excel… - John Skelton

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

Contynually I shall remember
The mery moneth of September,
With the ix day of the same,
For then began our myrth and game.
So that now I have devysed,
And in my mynde I have comprised,
Of the prowde Scot, kynge Jemmy,
To write some lytell tragedy,
For no maner consyderacyon
Of any sorowfull lamentacyon,
But for the specyall consolacyon
Of all our royall Englysh nacyon.

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.