Hauing delight to feede and serue the gust,[405]
[Three meales a day could scarse content my mawe:[406]
Mee liked least to torney or to just,
To Venus sport my fancy did mee[407] drawe:][408]
5.
Which to mayntayne, my people were sore polde[409]
With fines, fifteenes, and loanes by way of prest,[410]
Blanke charters,[411] othes, and shiftes not knowne of olde,
For which the commons[412] did mee sore detest:[413]
I also solde the noble towne[414] of Brest,