And so Prince Henry chased me, that lo
I found no place wherein I might abide,
For as the dogs pursue the sely doe,
The brach behind the hounds on every side,
215So traced they me among the mountains wide,
Whereby I found I was the heartless hare
And not the beast colprophet did declare.
And at the last: like as the little roach
Must either be eat, or leap upon the shore
220When as the hungry pickrel doth approach,
And there find death which it escaped before,
So double death assaulted me so sore
That either I must unto my enemy yield,
Or starve for hunger in the barren field.
225Here shame and pain a while were at a strife,
Pain prayed me yield, shame bade me rather fast.
The one bade spare, the other spend my life,
But shame (shame have it) overcame at last.
Than hunger gnew, that doth the stone wall brast
230And made me eat both gravel, dirt and mud,
And last of all, my dung, my flesh, and blood.
This was mine end too horrible to hear,
Yet good enough for a life that was so ill.
Whereby (O Baldwin) warn all men to bear
235Their youth such love, to bring them up in skill
Bid princes fly colprophets' lying bill,
And not presume to climb above their states,
For they be faults that foil men, not their fates.