But here I let a while the lady fortune stay, To tell what time I liu’d, and what our warres were then, The great exployts wee did, and where our armies laye, Eke of the prayse of some right honourable men, Which things with eyes I saw, calde now to minde agen: What I performed present in the fight, I will in order and my fall resite. 5. In youth I seru’d that royall _Henry_ fifte the king, Whose prayse for martiall feats eternall fame retaynes, When hee the Normanes stout did in subiection bring, My selfe was vnder then his ensignes taking paynes: With loyall hart I faught, pursude my prince his gaines, There dealt I so that time my fame to rayse, French wryters yet my name and manhoode prayse. 6. And erste as _Burdet’s_ diuers warlike wights, (In Warwickeshire theyr lands in Arrow ar)[1873] Were, for good seruice done, made worthy knights, Whose noble acts be yet recounted far: Euen so my selfe, well framde to peace or war, Of these the heyre by due discent I came, Sir _Nicholas Burdet_ knight, which had to name. 7. That time the noble _Iohn_ of _Bedford_ duke bare sway, And feared was in _Fraunce_ for courage stout and fell, Hee lou’de mee for my fight and person, (though I say) And with revenues mee rewarded yearely well: I playde the faythfull subiect’s parte, the truth to tell, And was accounted loyall, constant still Of stomake, worship great, and warlike scill. 8. But then, O greefe to tell, ere long this pearelesse king, When hee restored had his right vnto the crowne The duchye all of Normandy, eke subiect bring The Frenchemen all, and set lieutenants in eache towne, High regent made of Fraunce, then fortune gan to frowne, Hee then departed life, too soone alas: Som men suppose his grace empoysonde was. 9. Thou fortune slye, what meanste thou thus, these prancks to play False fortune blereyde blinde, vnsteady startling still, What meanste thou turning thus thy flattering face away, Inconstant where thou bearest most good will? Is it thy nature then? or iste thy wonted scill? It cost thee naught, they say it commes by kinde, As thou art bisme, so are thine actions blinde. 10. I nothing doubte then thou thy selfe shalt fall: I trust to see the time when thou shalt bee forgot: For why thy pride, and pompe and powre must vanish all, Thy name shall dye for aye, and perish quite I wot: And when thou shalt bee counted but a sot, The noble wights which liude and dyde in worthy fame, In heauen and earth shall finde an euerlasting name. 11.