Suche a carpynge is unknowe,
Onrekenyd in my regne.
I am a kynge of hyȝ degré,
Ther xal non ben above me,
I have florens and fryhthis fre,
Parkys and powndes pleyne.
But goth to fynde that ȝe seche,
And yf ȝe knowe suche a leche,
And ȝe hym fynde, I ȝow beseche,
Comyth aȝen be me.