Note 462 — How Qveene Cordila in dispaire slew her selfe, The yeare before Christ, 800.
Reading edition
This stanza follows in the edit. 1575.
Yet nathelesse my father did me not mislike, But age so simple is and easy to subdue, As childhode weake thats voide of wit and reason quite; They thinke thers nought you flatter fainde, but all is true, Once old and twyse a childe tis said with you, Which I affirme by proofe that was definde, In age my father had a childishe minde.