Arectyng my syght towarde the zodyake,
The sygnes xii for to beholde a farre,
When Mars retrogradant reuersyd his bak,
Lord of the yere in his orbicular,
Put vp his sworde, for he cowde make no warre,
And whan Lucina plenarly did shyne,
Scorpione ascendynge degrees twyse nyne.
More verses by John Skelton
- The Bowge Of Courte
- To Mistress Isabell Pennell
- Colyn Cloute
- From Colin Clout
- A Prayer To The Father Of Heaven
