For to illumyne, she sayde, I was to dulle, 20
Auysynge[239] me my penne awaye to pulle,
And not to wryte;[240] for he so wyll atteyne
Excedynge ferther than his connynge is,
His hede maye be harde, but feble is his[241] brayne,
Yet haue I knowen suche er this;
But of reproche surely he maye not mys,
That clymmeth hyer than he may fotynge haue;
What and he slyde downe, who shall hym saue?
Thus vp and down my mynde was drawen and cast,