In minstrel’s robes my fiddle tuned fine, With warbling notes my toung the song did sing, Myne eyes and harte did note eche other thing That there was done: first how they did incline, There lothesome liues, much like to filthie swine: I playd my part before their hoggish king, A part which him and his to bale did bring: For when I knewe their purposed intent, By my returne I made them al repent. 14. For in the night I did their campe inuade, With bloddye blade I did destroy them al, And those which did as then escape the thrall, Of infidels them christened men I made,[1227] And though with warres my realme were quite decay’d, Yet at the laste after so greate a fal, I wonne the price that pleasde me most of al: Euen quiet peace a blesse of al the best, The frute whereof is nothing els but rest. 15. Thus being blest with peace and quiet rest, At _Oxford_ I a grammer schoole did buyld, By meanes whereof my common weale was filde With learned men: and hauing thus my hest, A abbies buylt, esteeming it the best, That God who me in al my warres did wielde, And me preserude euen with his myghtie shielde, That he in peace the only prayse myght haue, I buylded up religious houses braue. 16. At _Winchester_ the minster there I made, At _Shaftesburye_ I buylt a nunnerye, I daily did erect diuinitie:[1228] All which good deedes euen by one wicked trade, Were quite defaste and from my fame did fade: O hateful thing that fuming fantasye, Should make a man that seeth, not to see: Alas, I byte on pleasure’s bytter bayte, Whose hateful hookes are couered with desayte. 17. In lawlesse loue I had a great delyght, That sugered sweete of little lasting ioye, Those luering lookes of dayntie damsels coy, Made me committe that lyke a carpite knighte, I did consume ful many a day and nyght With such delyghtes as did my name anoye, My health and life at last they did destroy: Yea these delightes did so my fame deface, That now with shame I blushe to shewe my face. 18. Those lewde delightes did drawe me to disease, Consuming sicknesse brought me verye lowe, Phisitions they _Sicus_[1229] that euil do know, A kinde of sore which did me much displease, It alwayes did bereaue me of my ease:[1230] On partes belowe that gryping griefe doth growe, On me my God a iust reuenge did show, And at the last continuing in my sinne, I lost my lyfe, and hateful hel did winne. 19.