[MS. Harl. No. 2253, fol. 73, ro. of the reign of Edw. II.]

Alle that beoth of huerte trewe,

A stounde herkneth to my song,

Of duel that deth hath diht us newe,

That maketh me syke ant sorewe among;

Of a knyht that wes so strong,

Of wham God hath don ys wille:

Me thuncheth that deth hath don us wrong,

That he so sone shal ligge stille.

Al Englond ahte for te knowe