By king’s consent, that all was in my hand.
19.
Within on yeare three bishoprickes I had,
And in small space a cardnall I was made:
With long red robes rich Wolsey then was clad,
I walkte in sun when others sate in shade:
I went abroade with such a trayne and trade,
With crosses borne before mee where I past,
That man was thought to bee some god at last.
20.