All bysshopes and prelates durst not oons denay,
They doughted so my power, they myght not dysobey.
Thus may you see how I to riches did attayne,
And with suffisaunce my mynd was not content;
Whan I had most, I rathest[259] wold complayne;
For lake of good, alas! how I was blent[260]!
Where shall my gatheryngs and good be spent?
Some oon, perchance, shall me thereof dyscharge,
Whom I most hate, and spend it owt at large[261].
Sytting in Jugement, parcyall ware my doomes;