Now would I fayne,
In words playne,
Some Honour sayne,
And bring to mynde;
Of that auncient Cytye,
That so goodly is to se,
And full true ever hath be,
And also full kynde,
To Prince and Kynge
That hath borne just rulynge,
Syn the first winnynge
of this Hand by _Brute_.
So that in great honour
By passynge of many a showre,
It hath euer borne the flowre;
And laudable _Brute_, &c.

These Verses were made for the Honour of _London_; which he calleth
_Ryme Dogerel_, and at the latter end thereof, excuseth himself to the
Reader in these words:

Who so him lyketh these Versys to rede,
With favour I pray he will theym spell;
Let not the rudenes of theym hym lede
For to dispraue thys Ryme Dogerell:
Some part of the honour it doth you tell
Of this old Cytye _Troynouant_;
But not thereof the halfe dell;
Connyng in the Maker is so adaunt:
But though he had the Eloquence