They browght them in soche paine:
Ecce Platonis secla, &c.
Therfor no more they shall
The commouns ouerbace,
That wont wer ouer all
Both lorde and knight to face;[10]
For now the yeris of grace
And welthe ar com agayne,
That maketh England faine.[11]
Rediit jam pulcher Adonis, &c.