Nor no lawe canonicall,
Shall let the preest pontyficall
To syt in causa sanguinis.
Nowe God amende that is amys!
For I suppose that he is 1160
Of Ieremy the whyskynge rod,
The flayle, the scourge of almighty God.
This Naman Sirus,
So fell and so irons,
So full of malencoly,