As fatall chaunce and fortune mee preferd,
So mischiefe came and did my state despise:
Yf I might pleade my case among the wise,
I could excuse right much of mine offence:
But leaue a while such matter in suspence.
42.
The pope, or pride, or peeuish parts of mine,
Made king to frowne and take the seale from mee:
Now seru’d no words, nor plesaunt speeches fine,
Now Wolsey, lo, must needs disgraced bee: