IV
He. My cloak it was a very good cloak,
It hath been always true to the wear;
But now it is not worth a groat:
I have had it four and forty year’.
Sometime it was of cloth in grain[1304]:
’Tis now but a sigh clout[1305], as you may see:
It will neither hold out wind nor rain;
And I’ll have a new cloak about me.