Here cometh in Pouerte.[853]
Pouer. A, my bonys ake, my lymmys be sore;
Alasse, I haue the cyatyca full euyll in my hyppe!
Alasse, where is youth that was wont for to skyppe?
I am lowsy, and vnlykynge, and full of scurffe,
My colour is tawny, colouryd as a turffe:
I am Pouerte, that all men doth hate,
I am baytyd with doggys at euery mannys gate;
I am raggyd and rent, as ye may se;
Full fewe but they haue enuy at me.