Or of my negligence, that I susteyn this smart?
Thy doble visage hathe led me to this trayne;
For at my begynnyng thou dydst ay take my part,
Untill ambysion had puffed up my hart
With vainglory, honor, and usurped dignytie,
Forgettyng cleane my naturall mendycitie.
From povertie to plentie, which now I see is vayn,
A cardinal I was, and legate de latere,
A byshope and archbysshope, the more to crease my gayn
Chauncellor of Englond, Fortune by hir false flatterie