Thus say I, Edward, that late was your king,
And twenty-two[1220] yeares ruled this imperiall,[1221]
Some vnto pleasure and some to no lyking:
Mercy I aske of my misdoyng,
What avayleth it frendes to bee my foe?
Sith I cannot resist, nor amend your complayning,
Quia ecce[1222] nunc in puluere dormio.
2.
I sleepe now in mould as it is naturall,
As earth vnto earth hath his reuerture: