At Floddon hyllys, / Our bowys, our byllys / Slew all the floure / Of theyr honoure.

He that reproueth a ſcorner, getteth to himſelfe ſhame: and he that rebuketh a wicked man, getteth himſelfe a blot.

You was pleased to cast a favourable eye upon me.

Others were languaged in such doubtful expressions that they have a double sense.