Had quiet peace, and liude a happy king:
Yea, God who rules the haughtie heauen a hygh,
Inricht my realme with foysen of eche thing,
Aboundant store did make my people syng:
As they of yore were prest with penury,
So nowe they hate their great fertilitie.
15.
My people had of corne and oyle such store,
That country men of tyllage left the toyle,
The riche man fed no better then the poore,