Love for his mede right stedfast to retayne.
And yet aloft on the fift helmet
In a blacke banner was written Envy,
Whose hart ever inwardly is fret
When Graund Amour should attayne his lady.
He museth oft in hym selfe inwardly,
To let the lady for to set her harte
On Graund Amour for to release his smarte.
In a russet banner on the sixt heade
There was wrytten this worde, Detraction,