Quand il se voit foible et chenue.
With her, Labour and eke Travaile
Lodgid bene, with sorwe and wo.
That never out of her court go
Pain and Distress, Sekenesse and Ire,
And Melancholie that angry sire,
Ben of her palais Senatoures;
Goning ana Grutching her herbegeors.
The day and night her to tourment,
With cruel death they her present,