There shalbe drawen a trayne
That shalbe to your payne? 370
To flye ye shalbe fayne,
And neuer tourne agayne.
What, wold Fraunces, our friar,
Be suche a false lyar,
So madde a cordylar,
So madde a murmurar?
Ye muse somwhat to far;
All out of ioynt ye iar: