163.
Litell John ete, and Litel John drank,
The while that he wolde;
The sherife had in his kechyn a coke,
A stoute man and a bolde.
164.
‘I make myn avowe to God,’ said the coke,
‘Thou arte a shrewde hynde
In ani hous for to dwel,
For to aske thus to dyne.’