Cap. XLIII. Howe Fame Came into the Temple Wyth Burnyng Tongues and Other Prayse

And as Remembraunce myne epytaphy set Over my grave, in came dame Fame, With brennyng tongues, without any let, Sayeng that she would spreade about my name To live in honoure without any shame: Though that deade were my erthly body, Yet my renowne shoulde raigne eternally.

The power, estate, and royall dignitie Of dame Fame in every region Is for to spreade by hye aucthoritie The noble dedes of many a champion, As they are worthy in mine opinion; For thoughe his body be dead and mortall, His fame shall endure and be memoriall.

Did not Graunde Amoure with his royall dedes Winne La Bell Pucell the most fayre lady? And of hye honour attayned the medes, In the demeanyng him so worthely, Sleyng the great terrible giauntes ugly, And also the fyry monster vyolent, Of the seven metalles made by enchauntment.

About the worlde in every nacion, That evermore he shall abyde alyve, Of his great actes to make relacion, In bokes many I shall of him contrive, From one to other I shall his name so drive, That evermore, without extinguyshment, In burnyng tongues he shall be permanent.