Five reasons why I like this poem.
Though Ye Suppose All Jeopardies Are Passed
Though ye suppose all jeopardies are passed,
And all is done that ye lookéd for before,
Ware yet, I rede you, of Fortune’s double cast,
For one false point she is wont to keep in store,
And under the fell oft festeréd is the sore:
That when ye think all danger for to pass
Ware of the lizard lieth lurking in the grass.
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You're so right about Skelton, he is direct and very much alive (perhaps being a Yorkshire man?). He is a proper laureate poet and if scurrilous by later reputation, that comes with telling the truth, even to Cardinal Wolsey's face.