Yf you[296] yt overloke,
And overloke agayne,[297]
Yt wyll tell you playne [298]
The tenour and the trothe,
Howe nowe[299] the worlde yt gothe
Withe my neighbour and my noste,[300]
In every countre, towne, and coste,
Within the circumvisions
Of your graces domynyons;
And why the poore men wepe