Till Henry surfeiting in ioyes of loue,
With his new bride, and Englands dear bought queene,
160 And Humphrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres,
Then will I raise aloft the milke-white Rose,
With whose sweete smell the aire shall be perfumde,
And in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke,
[♦] To graffle with the House of Lancaster:
165 And force perforce, ile make him yeeld the Crowne,
Whose bookish rule hath puld faire England downe. Exet Yorke.