Atte hearte, tho' roughe inne huske,
And to afflixion kepte hys eares
Open from tenne tille duske.
So he ye sorrie Invalide
Withe everie kindnesse treted,
He drewe a trunke from neathe hys bedde,
And begg'd he wolde be seated.
"Now lette me heare from thee," he sedde,
"Thy sorrowfulle reporte;
Tho' yffe 'tis longe," observed the sage,