The chaunge was straunge, from sylke and cloth of gold
To rugged fryze my carcas for to cloath,
From prince’s fare, and daynties hot and cold,
To rotten fish, and meates that one would loath,
The diet and dressing were much alike boath,
Bedding and lodging were all alike fine,
Such downe it was as serued well for swyne.
37.
Neyther doe I myne owne case thus complayne,
Which I confesse came partly by desert: