.Fayre art thou and **d, deseruing great praise,
And all men thee
reuerence, and honour alwayes,
Whiles that thy white banner abrode still
is spread,
For then thou doest comfort both liuing and dead,
But
if thy blacke banner bee spread foorth in vew,
All honour farewell,
all gladnesse adew.
Such woe then thou bringest to more and to lesse,
As
pen cannot write it, nor tongue may expresse.
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