25 Whose arms were moulded in their mothers' womb
26 To chase these pagans in those holy fields
27 Over whose acres walk'd those blessed feet
28 Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd
29 For our advantage on the bitter cross.
30 But this our purpose now is twelve month old,
31 And bootless 'tis to tell you we will go:

Which fourteen hundred years ago were nail'd For our advantage on the bitter cross