A Poore man came unto a Judge & shew’d his wronged state,
Entreating him for Jesus sake to be compassionate,
The wrōgs were great he did sustaine, he had no help at al
The Judge sat stil as if the man had spoken to the wall.
With that came two rude fellows in, to have a matter tride
About an Asse, that one had let the other for to ride:
Which Asse the owner found in field, as he by chance past by,
And he that hired him a sleepe did in the shadow lye.
For which he would be satisfied, his beast was but to ride:
And for the shadow of his Asse, he would be paid beside.
Great raging words, and damned othes, these two asse-wrangles swore,
Whē presently the Judge start up, that seem’d a sleep before
And heard yᵉ follies willingly of these two sottish men,
But bad the poore man come againe, he had no leasure thē.