Selde wes he glad
That never nes a-sad
of nythe ant of onde.
That y sugge by this Scottes that bueth nou to-drawe,
The hevedes o Londone brugge whose con y-knawe:
He wenden han buen kynges, ant seiden so in sawe;
Betere hem were han y-be barouns ant libbe in Godes lawe,
wyth love.
Whose hateth soth ant ryht,
Lutel he douteth Godes myht,