Though I on hir complayn, alas! it is no wonder.
I lost myne honor; my treasure was me beraft;
Fayn to avoyd, and quykly to geve place,
Symply to depart, for me nothing was laft,
Without penny or pound I lived a certyn space,
Untill my soverayn Lord extendyd to me his grace;
Who restored me sufficient, if I had byn content
To mayntayn myn estate, both of loud and rent.
Yet, notwithstanding, my corage was so hault,
Dispight of mine enemyes rubbed me on the gall,