[...] lde all wrapped in wretchydnes
[...] pompes so gay & gloryous
[...] asures / and all thy ryches
[...] be but transytoryous
[...] to moche pyteous
[...] that eche man whylom dred
[...] naturall lyne and cours
[...] alas lyeth dede
[...] ryall a kynge
[...] aner the prudent salamon
[...] sse and in euery thynge
[...] crysten regyon
[...] not longe agone
[...] his name by fame sprde
[...] te nowe destytute alone
[...] is alas lyeth dede
[...] ater we wretchyd creatures
[...] and tryumphaunt maiestye
[...] pastymes and pleasures
[...] thouten remedye
[...] wyll the myserable bodye
[...] heuy lede
[...] but vanyte and all vanytye
[...] alas alas lyeth dede
[...] subgectes & make lamentacyon.
[...] noble a gouernoure
[...] ayers make we exclamacyon
[...] to his supernall toure
[...] dly rose floure
[...] ally all aboute spred
[...] ated where is his power
[...] as alas lyeth dede
Of this moost crysten kynge in vs it lyeth not
His tyme passed honour suffycyent to prayse
But yet though that / that thyng envalue we may not
Our prayers of suertye he shall haue alwayes
And though that atropose hathe ended his dayes
His name and fame shall euer be dred
As fer as phebus spredes his golden rayes
Though henry the seuenth alas alas lyeth dede
But nowe what remedye he is vncouerable
Touchyd by the handes of god that is moost Iust
But yet agayne a cause moost confortable
we haue / wherin / of ryght reioys we must
His sone on lyue in beaute force and lust
In honour lykely traianus to shede
wherfore in hym put we our hope and trust
Syth henry his fader alas alas lyeth dede
And nowe for conclusyon aboute his herse
Let this be grauyd for endeles memorye
with sorowfull tunes of Thesyphenes verse
Here lyeth the puyssaunt and myghty henry
Hector in batayll / Vlyxes in polecy
Salamon in wysdome the noble rose rede
Creses in rychesse Iulyus in glory
Henry the seuenth ingraued here lyeth dede