That I sawe in my tyme.
I saw a ryall trone
Where Justyce shuld have sytt,
But in her stede was one
Of modye cruell wytt.
Absorpt was ryghtwysnesse
As of the ragynge floude;
Sathan in hys excesse
Sucre up the gyltelesse bloude.
Then thought I, Jesus, Lorde,