I come sodeynly within a stownde, —
Me withstande may no castel,
My jurnay wyl I spede.
Of my comyng no man is ware,
ffor whan men make most mery fare,
Than sodeynly I cast hem in care,
And sle them evyn indede.
Thow I be nakyd and pore of array,
And wurmys knawe me all abowte,
ȝit loke ȝe drede me nyth and day,