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  • Title: A Mirror for Magistrates
  • Editors: Rosemary Gaby, Andrew Griffin

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    Authors: William Baldwin, John Higgins
    Editors: Rosemary Gaby, Andrew Griffin
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    A Mirror for Magistrates

    And so Prince Henry chased me, that lo
    I found no place wherein I might abide,
    For as the dogs pursue the sely doe,
    The brach behind the hounds on every side,
    215So traced they me among the mountains wide,
    Whereby I found I was the heartless hare
    And not the beast colprophet did declare.
    And at the last: like as the little roach
    Must either be eat, or leap upon the shore
    220When as the hungry pickrel doth approach,
    And there find death which it escaped before,
    So double death assaulted me so sore
    That either I must unto my enemy yield,
    Or starve for hunger in the barren field.
    225Here shame and pain a while were at a strife,
    Pain prayed me yield, shame bade me rather fast.
    The one bade spare, the other spend my life,
    But shame (shame have it) overcame at last.
    Than hunger gnew, that doth the stone wall brast
    230And made me eat both gravel, dirt and mud,
    And last of all, my dung, my flesh, and blood.
    This was mine end too horrible to hear,
    Yet good enough for a life that was so ill.
    Whereby (O Baldwin) warn all men to bear
    235Their youth such love, to bring them up in skill
    Bid princes fly colprophets' lying bill,
    And not presume to climb above their states,
    For they be faults that foil men, not their fates.