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With raised cup he did make a toast to say:
“ May we all be in heaven
An hour before the Devil
knows we’re dead.”
Prince gave good natured smile to Morley’s eye.
Dukes, knights downed wine to toast in laughing way.
Presents and wine do make a right good day.
The bones from meat were thrown to great dogs’ teeth
Among dukes raucous jesting pealed forth gay,
their knives were busy cutting beef hunks eath.
Dogs lie contented gnawing under tables neath.

“Now my lords we are fain assembled fine
to celebrate this my near nuptial time.
Duke Morley giveth me his Katharine
and no gift cometh better me thinks prime.
And during blessed autumn season’s clime
when leaves turn gold and air is most crisp clean,
then holy bishop makes duke’s daughter climb
steps three with me to altar’s bight cross sheen.
There England views with thy consent our wedding scene.”
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Brave Knight LVI
Date: Wednesday, 1st November 2006 @ 12:30:11 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: ramfire
On feet, Prince James now spoke to nobles high.
With raised cup he did make a toast to say:
“ May we all be in heaven
An hour before the Devil
knows we’re dead.”
Prince gave good natured smile to Morley’s eye.
Dukes, knights downed wine to toast in laughing way.
Presents and wine do make a right good day.
The bones from meat were thrown to great dogs’ teeth
Among dukes raucous jesting pealed forth gay,
their knives were busy cutting beef hunks eath.
Dogs lie contented gnawing under tables neath.

“Now my lords we are fain assembled fine
to celebrate this my near nuptial time.
Duke Morley giveth me his Katharine
and no gift cometh better me thinks prime.
And during blessed autumn season’s clime
when leaves turn gold and air is most crisp clean,
then holy bishop makes duke’s daughter climb
steps three with me to altar’s bight cross sheen.
There England views with thy consent our wedding scene.”


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