That durst abyde no reknyng;
Thy hert wolde nat serue thé: 250
The fynde of hell mot sterue thé!
No man hath harde
Of suche a cowarde,
And such a mad ymage
Caried in a cage,
As it were a cotage;
Or of suche a mawment
Caryed in a tent;
That durst abyde no reknyng;
Thy hert wolde nat serue thé: 250
The fynde of hell mot sterue thé!
No man hath harde
Of suche a cowarde,
And such a mad ymage
Caried in a cage,
As it were a cotage;
Or of suche a mawment
Caryed in a tent;