As the cantycles maketh good mencyon
They haue oft expugned me / syth my yonge age
Yet coude they haue me / in theyr domynyon
Though many a one / vnhappely do rage
They shall haue sorowe that shytte me in a cage
In a grete dyspyte of the holy goost
He maye them brenne / theyr calkynge is but loost
¶ Supra dorsum meũ fabricauerũt peccatores: prolongauerũt iniquitatẽ suã.
Vpon my backe synners hath fabrysed
They haue prolonged theyr grete inyquyte