Who hath not a hood his own head to hide.
Thus will walks in the land, and law is no more,
And picked from the poor is the persecutor's pride.
Thus they pillage the poor and pick them all clean,
And the rich men are ruling without any right;
Their lands and their people all lie very lean,
Through demands of the bailiffs such sorrows alight.
Men of religion[57] are abject and mean
As are baron and bondman,[58] the clerk and the knight.
Thus will walks in the land and sorrow is seen,