And after many battayles nowe retyrd In peace to lyve a lyff contemplative.

There shee lyves Lyke to a ritche and pretious Jewell lost, Fownd shyninge on a doonge-hill, yet the gemme No wyse disparadged of his former worthe Nor bated of his glory; out of this fyre Of lust and black temptation sheis [sic] returned Lyke gold repur'd and tryde. Treadway.

My Master And other Kings & Princes your allyes, Lyving yet witnesses of his great meritts