And not thus be staying
The forest away in,
In the hope that a nibble may end in a bite.
For this Abbot was such a strict disciplinarian
That roast beef he scorned as the foulest of carrion.
His food was the coarsest of bread, and boil'd rice,
And half-dirty water, which could not be nice.
And had he but known that the friar ate trout,
Would have made a most terrible riot and rout;
And would not have been quiet