Yet in tyme past, when gryndynge was plente, 525
Who were so lyke goddys felows as we?
As faste as god made corne, we myllers made meale.
Whyche myght be best forborne[161] for comyn weale?
But let that gere passe, for I feare our pryde
Is cause of the care whyche god doth us provyde. 530
Wherfore I submyt me, entendynge to se
What comforte may come by humylyte.
And, now, at thys tyme, they sayd in the crye,
The god is come downe to shape remedye.