John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
John Skelton
Cuncta licet cecidisse putas discrimina rerum,
Et prius incerta nunc tibi certa manent,
Consiliis usure meis tamen aspice caute,
Subdola non fallat te dea fraude sua:
Saepe solet placido mortales fallere vultu,
Et cute sub placida tabida saepe dolent;
Ut quando secura putas et cuncta serena,
Anguis sub viridi gramine saepe latet.
Though ye suppose all jeperdys ar paste,
And all is done that ye lokyd for before,
Ware yet, I rede you, of Fortunes dowble cast,
For one fals poynt she is wont to kepe in store,
And vnder the fell oft festered is the sore:
That when ye thynke all daunger for to pas,
Ware of the lesard lyeth lurkyng in the gras.