Here you will find the Poem That now is hay some-tyme was grase of poet John Lydgate
Who clymbeth hyest gothe ofte base, Ensample in medowes thow mayst se That nowe is heye some tyme was grase. Lenvoye. Go forth anon, thou short dite, Bydde folke not trust this worlde at all, Bydde theme remembre on e cite Which is a-bove celestiall; Of precious stones bylt is the wall, Who clymbeth theder gothe nevar base, Out of that place may be no fall, Ther is no heye but all fresh grase.
