The witchery of Jane Shore, the Rose of London : the romance of a royal mistress / by C.J.S. Thompson.

  • Charles Thompson
Date:
[1933]
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Credit: The witchery of Jane Shore, the Rose of London : the romance of a royal mistress / by C.J.S. Thompson. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    And then advanc’d thy loving name, Of living wights the fairest Dame; The praise of England’s beauty stain, All which thy husband did maintain. And set the picture there in gold, For kings and princes to behold. For when I thought upon the sin, Thy wanton thoughts delighted in, I griev’d that such a comely face, Should hold true honour in disgrace. And counteth it a luckless day, When as thou first didst go astray, Desiring then some news to hear, Of her my soul did love so dear, My secrets then l did impart, To one well-skilled in magic art. Who in a glass did truly show, Such things as I desir’d to know. I there did see thy Courtly state, Thy pomp, thy pride, the glory great, I likewise there I did behold, My Jane in Edward’s arms enfold. Thy secret love I there espied, Thy rise, thy fall, and how thy died, Thy naked body in the street, l saw do penance in a sheet. Barefoot before the Beadle’s wand, With burning taper in thy hand, And bodies not having use of tongue, Stand pointing as thou went’st along. Thus ended was the shame of thine, [ 2^2 ]