Transformde, I trudgde about from gate to gate.
13.
In minstrel’s robes my fiddle tuned fine,
With warbling notes my toung the song did sing,
Myne eyes and harte did note eche other thing
That there was done: first how they did incline,
There lothesome liues, much like to filthie swine:
I playd my part before their hoggish king,
A part which him and his to bale did bring:
For when I knewe their purposed intent,