| But haue here in a wayte for euermo | |
640 | Witnes on alle the conquerours stronge | |
| T | He riche Cresus whilom kyng of lyde | |
| Of whiche Cresus Citrins sore hym drad | |
| Yet was he canght amyd al his pryde | |
| And to brenne men to the fire hym had | |
645 | But suche arayn doun fro the firmament shadde | |
| That queynte the fire and made hym to scape | |
| But to be waar yet no grace he had | |
| Tyl fortune on the galowis made hym gape | |
| Whenne he ascaped was he coude nat stynte | |
650 | Forto begynne a new aray agayn | |
| He wende wel for that fortune hym sent | |
| Suche that he a scapid thurgh the rayn | |
| That of his foos he mighte not be slayn | |
| And suche a sweuyn vp on a nyght he mette | |
655 | Of whiche he was so proude & eke so feyn | |
| That in vengeaunce he all his herte sette | |
| Vpon a tre he was as hym thoughte | |
| There Iupiter hym wessh bothe hals & syde | |
| And Phebus eek a fair towail hym broughte | |
660 | To drye hym with & therwith wext his pryde | |
| And to his doughter that stood hym besyde | |
| Whiche that he knew in high sentence habounde | |
| He bad her telle what it signified | |
| And she his dremys right thus expouned | |
665 | The tre quod she the galowis is to mene | |
| And Iupiter betokenyth snow and rayn | |
| And Phebus with his towel so clene | |