What avayleth now my feather bedds soft,
Sheets of Raynes[265], long, large, and wide,
And dyvers devyses of clothes chaynged oft;
Or vicious chapleyns walking by my syde,
Voyde of all vertue, fullfilled with pryde,
Which bathe caused me, by report of suche fame,
For ther myslyvyng to have an yll name.
This is my last complaynt, I can say you no more,
But farewell my servant that faythefull hathe be;
Note well these words, quod he, I pray the therfore,