"He can make purveance, With boste and bragance, And all is thrugh maintenance Of men that are gretter. Ther shall com a swane as prowde as a po, He must borow my wane my ploghe also, Then I am full fane to graunt or he go. Thus lyf we in payne anger, and wo, By nyght and day; He must have if he langyd, If I shuld, forgang it, I were better be hangyd Then oones say hym nay."