For I must hence to specyfy the dedes
Of theyr worthynesse accordynge to theyr medes.
And wyth that she dyd from me depart,
Upon her stede swyfter than the wynde.
Whan she was gone, full wofull was my herte;
Wyth inward trouble oppressed was my mynde.
Yet were the greyhoundes left wyth me behynde,
Whyche did me comforte in my great vyage
To the toure of Doctryne, with their fawnynge courage.
So forthe I went, tossynge on my brayne,