And yow ſtant furth of euery thing diſpiſit;
The puple ſaith and demyth thus of thee,
[1808] “Now is he gone, a werray vrech was hee,
And he the wich that is our king and lord
Boith wertew haith & larges in accorde;
Welcum be he!” and ſo the puple ſoundith.
[Fol. 23 a.]
[1812] Thus through thi viß his wertew mor aboundith,
and his virtue will abound through thy vice.
And his vertew the more thi wice furth ſchawith.