When he that hadde ben king with croun,
Went so poverlich out of toun.
Thurch wode, and over heth,
Into the wildernes he geth,
Nothing he fint that him is ays,[107]
Bot ever he liveth in gret malais[108];
He that hadde y werd the fowe[109] and griis,[110]
And on bed the purper biis,[111]
Now on hard hethe he lith,
With leves and gresse he him writh[112]: