My body and fame she hathe made leane and slender,
For I, poor wretch, am sterved Owen Glendour. Fol. 1559, 63.
Oh false fortune, fortune, vengeaunce on thee, I crye:
Which offering a sop of sweet receyt,
Haste made me byte the hooke in steede of bayt. 1578.
[487] A Brytton borne. 1578.
[488] Of a gentle blood. Fol. 1559, 63.
[489] Make men good. Fol.
[490] So doth not soule or mynd. Fol. 1559, 63.
[491] Them doo render. Fol.