Le Popagay sen va complayndre.[106]

Helas! I lamente the dull abusyd brayne,

The enfatuate fantasies, the wytles wylfulnes

Of on and hothyr at me that haue dysdayne:

Som sey, they cannot my parables expresse;

Som sey, I rayle att ryott recheles; 380

Some say but lityll, and thynke more in there thowghte,

How thys prosses I prate of, hyt ys not all for nowghte.

O causeles cowardes, O hartles hardynes!

O manles manhod, enfayntyd all with fere!