"nowe singe ye al who loue him welle"

Nowe singe ye al who loue him welle,
Cantator et poeta,
Of his wit this day wolde we telle,
Magna et laeta!
In louely song hath he outshone
Stella lucidissa
And ful his skille hath long outgrowne
Rosa venustissa.
Yet euen this for short whil is,
Preye! Sone we liue in blis,
Credimus,
As more skille bicome his,
Hic fidimus
To striue on euere in that arte
And spredde the ioye within his harte.

translation:

Now sing you all, who love him well,
Singer and poet,
Of his wit this day would we tell,
Loud and glad!
In lovely song has he outshone
The brightest star,
And full his skill has long outgrown
The loveliest rose.
Yet even this is for a short while,
Pray! Soon we will live in bliss,
We believe,
As his skill grows;
We trust him
To strive ever on in that art
And spread the joy within his heart.