I have seen not the writing
But scratches on the wall
Truest cause of fighting
Forced to my fall

Far from who I should
Be a king most right
To lead those who would
Be alone a lovely sight

Seeing in vision double
Down the lines you speak
Well wishing me troubled
With all I seek

Out of such aged pages
Turn to what you know
The well and played stages to put on a show

All things I know not
The uncaring glutton wife
To foolish knowing got
The view worst of life