Against my brother, and his liege refuse:
I purposed war, yet I fayned truce:
Thus did I, Frenche king, for the loue of thee,
Inordinate affection so did mee abuse:
Miserere mei Deus & salua mee.
5.
All this, king Lewis, I suffred for thy sake,
Wo be to the time that euer I thee knewe:
For thee am I put in a[1892] sorowfull brake,
Thy wilfull appetite, doth me sore rewe: