Eche thynge that to nobles required!
Gone is he, alas, that redy was to do
Eche thynge that curtesye of him desyred!
Whose frowarde fate falsely was conspyred
By Antraphos vnasured and her vngracyous charmys;
Jaspar I mene is gone, Mars son in armys.
M. iii. C. narracio.
He that of late regnyd in glory,
With grete glosse buttylly glased,
Nowe lowe vnder fote doth he ly,