Before false rumors openly be spred:
Wherby this prouerbe is as true as rife,
That ruler’s rumors hunt about a head,
Frowne fortune once, all good report is fled:
For present shew doth make the mayny blind,
And such as see dare not disclose their minde.
16.
Through this was I king Edward’s butcher named,
And bare the shame of all his cruell deedes:
I cleare me not, I worthely was blamed,