Is toward him so mynded,
And so farre blynded,
That he can nat[196] parceyue
How he doth hym disceyue,
I dought, lest by sorsery, 660
Or suche other loselry,
As wychecraft, or charmyng;
For he is the kynges derlyng,
And his swete hart rote,
And is gouerned by this mad kote: