Go, litel bok, go, litel myn tragedye, Ther God thi makere
yet, er that he dye, So sende myght to
make in som comedye!
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London, thou art of townes A per se. Soveraign of cities, someliest in sight, Of high renoun, riches, and royaltie; Of lordis, barons, and many goodly knyght; Of most delectable lusty ladies bright; Of famous prelatis in habitis clericall; Of merchauntis full of sybstaunce and myght; London, thou art the flour of Cities all.