With wormys ruly rente and rasyd,
His carayne stynkynge, his fetures fasyd;
Brother and vncle to kynges yesterday,
Nowe is he gone and lafte vs as mased;
Closed here lyeth he in a clote of clay:
Shall he come agayne? a, nay, nay!
Where is he become, I can nat discusse:
Than with the prophet may we say,
Non inuentus est locus eius.
Metricus quartus et retrogradiens. Color. discripcio.