By single heare death’s word hong ouer my head,
For herke the end and listen now my fall:
This is the last, and this the fruit of all.
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To counsayle chamber come, a while we stayd
For him, without whom nought was done or sayde:
At last he came, and courteously excused,
That he[1449] so long our patience had abused:
And pleasauntly began to paint his cheere,
And said: “My lord of Elye, would we had here