Vox populi, vox Dei;
O most noble kyng,
Consydre well this thyng!
5.
But, howe, Robyn, howe!
Whiche waye dothe the wynde blowe?
Herke! hercke! hercke!
Ys not here[350] a pytious werke,
The grounde and the cheiffe[351]
Of all this hole[352] myscheiffe?