Katyffes vnkind thou leuest behind, paynis, Turkes, and Iewis,
And our maister gret thou gaue wormes to ete; wheron gretly I muse:
Is this wel done? answer me sone; make, Lorde, thyn excuse.
M. xiii. C. onomotopeya.
Dyd thou disdayne that he shuld rayne? was that els the cause?
In his rayne he was moste fayne to mynester thy lawes;
Than certayn, and thou be playn and stedfaste in thy sawes,
Euery knyght that doth right, ferynge drede ne awes,
Of thy face bryghte shall haue syghte,
After this worldly wawes: