This worlde is not stable, it chaungeth a newe:[1893]
Now am I bond, some time I was free:
Exiled from liberty, I am kept in a mewe:
Miserere mei Deus & salua mee.
6.
Moreouer for thee, and thy realme of Fraunce,
(Contrary to mine[1894] othe solemnly made)
Unto king Henry I made defiaunce,
To follow thine appetite was all the grace I hade:[1895]
In most cruell wise, I did his realme inuade: