Who is Thomas Hoccleve

Thomas Hoccleve or Occleve (1368 or 1369–1426) was an English poet and clerk, who became a key figure in 15th-century Middle English literature. His Regement of Princes or De Regimine Principum is a homily on virtues and vices, written for Henry V of England shortly before his accession.

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Hoccleve was born in 1368, as he states when writing in 1421 (Dialogue, 1.246) that he has seen "fifty wyntir and three". Nothing is known of his family, but they probably came from the village of Hockliffe in Bedfordshire. In November 1420, Hoccleve's fellow Privy Seal clerk John Bailey returned land and tenements in Hockliffe to him, which suggests that Hoccleve may indeed have had family ties there.What is known of his life comes mainly from his works and from admini...
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  • Lament For Chaucer
    Allas! my worthi maister honorable,
    This landes verray tresor and richesse!
    Deth by thy deth hath harme irreparable
    Unto us doon: hir vengeable duresse...
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