Nowe must ye suffre bothe hunger and colde:
With courtely sylkes ye were wonte to be drawe; 2040
Nowe must ye lerne to lye on the strawe;
Your skynne that was wrapped in shertes of Raynes,
Nowe must ye be stormy beten[854] with showres and raynes;
Your hede that was wonte to be happed moost drowpy and drowsy,
Now shal ye be scabbed, scuruy, and lowsy.
Magn. Fye on this worlde, full of trechery,
That euer noblenesse sholde lyue thus wretchydly!
Pouer. Syr, remembre the tourne of Fortunes whele,