Of eloquence, of metre, and of coloures,
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Wild as a beest, naked, without refute,
Upon a playne to byde al maner shoures.
I can no more, but aske of hem socoures
At whos request thou mad were in this wyse,
Commaunding me with body and servyse.
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Right thus I make an ende of this processe,
Beseching him that al hath in balaunce