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Lokke atte Quen Rachel Wallace wham we serue

Poem (Canso): 

Lokke atte Quen Rachel Wallace wham we serue
Biholde Hir herte of gret benignitee
That is mor feir thanne al manken deserue
And also fulle of gentyl dignitee.
Fortunat sawles shal lyf adai to se
Hir blycande beautee passsand onli by
The honoure of Hir perles curteisye.

 

Hir skyl is also of no smal renoun.
Hir ioy and blys habounde wan makyng thynges
And weorkes of noght bot god entencioun.
The grattyst mastres do Hir pryses synge
So skylfulle is Hir wey wit clothe and strynge.
Hir blycande beautee passand onli by
The skyl wit which Hir fingeres belyve flye.

 

Owt on gret playn a shoter shineth bryte,
And feres not to se Hir blody fo,
Who tremble ayeyne atte Hir farand myte.
At werres Hir enemies are fulle of wo
When arwes flye frome ryal wrakeful bowe.
Hir blycande beautee passand onli by
the speede atte which Hir moni foemen dye.

 

Wen godely conseil is in grattyst nede
Lokke to ure Quen and trouthe is wat you fynde
God wordes for any manne to herke and hede.
She understont wit trewe and nobil mynde
And comlych herte that is in lykwyse kynde.
Hir blycande beautee passand onli by
The pleasance of Hir athel compaignye.

Translation: 

Look at Queen Rachel Wallace whom we serve;
Behold, Her heart is full of kindness
More fair than all mankind deserves
And also full of noble dignity.
Fortunate souls shall live one day to see
Her shining beauty is surpassed only by 
The honor of her unequaled (peerless) courtesy.

 

Her skill is also of no small renown;
She is full of joy and bliss when making things
Her designs made with nothing but good intention.
The greatest laurels (masters) sing her praises
So skillful is her work with cloth and string.
Her shining beauty is surpassed only by
The skill with which her fingers quickly fly.

 

Out on great field an archer shines brightly,
And does not fear Her bloody foe,
Who tremble again at her splendid might.
At war Her enemies are full of woe
When arrows fly from the vengeful royal bow.
Her shining beauty is surpassed only by
The speed at which her many foemen die.

 

And when good council is the greatest need
Look to our Queen and truth is what you find
Good words for any man to hear and listen to.
She understands with a true and noble mind
And a loving heart that is much the same.
Her shining beauty is surpassed only by
The pleasure of her noble company.