For I, alas, past am compleynte!
To compleyne wyt can not sustayne,
Deth me with doloure so hath bespraynte;
For in my syghte,
Oure lorde and knyghte,
Contrary to righte,
Deth hath ateynte.
M. vii. C. iteracio.
As the vylest of a nacyon,
Deuoyde of consolacyon,