Slaves are they now: despised, brought low,
Betrayed (as all deplore)
By those from whom: their help should come;
I can no more.
King and pope alike in this: to one purpose hold.
How to make the clergy yield their silver and their gold.
Truth to say: the pope gives way,
Far too much to the king
Our tithes he grants: for the crown’s wants
To his liking.