When priestes failen in their saws, <br />And lordes turne Godde's laws <br />Against the right; <br />And lechery is holden as privy solace, <br />And robbery as free purchase, <br />Beware then of ill! <br />Then shall the Land of Albion <br />Turne to confusion, <br />As sometime it befell. <br /> <br />Ora pro Anglia Sancta Maria, quod Thomas Cantuaria. <br /> <br />Sweet Jesus, heaven's King, <br />Fair and best of all thing, <br />You bring us out of this mourning, <br />To come to thee at our ending!<br /><br />Geoffrey Chaucer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chaucer-s-prophecy/
