But never a doctor there was so wise,
That could with his learning an answer devise.
12.
Then home rode the abbot of comfort so cold,
And he mett his shepheard a going to fold:
‘How now, my lord abbot, you are welcome home;
What newes do you bring us from good king John?’
13.
‘Sad newes, sad newes, shepheard, I must give;
That I have but three days more to live: