There wanted non to perfume all my chamber.
Plate of all sorts most curiously wrought,
Of facions new, I past not of[257] the old,
No vessell but sylver before me was brought,
Full of dayntes vyands, the some cannot be told;
I dranke my wynne alwayes in sylver and in gold:
And daylye to serve me, attendyng on my table,
Servaunts I had bothe worshipfull and honorable.
My crosses twayne of sylver long and greate,
That dayly byfore me ware carried hyghe,