Full wonder blisseful was that rather age,
When mortal men couthe holde hem-selven[[22]] payed
To fede hem-selve[[23]] with-oute suche outerage,
With mete that trewe feeldes[[24]] have arrayed;
With acorne thaire hunger was alayed,
And so thei couthe sese thaire talent;
Thei had[den] yit no queynt[e] craft assayed,
As clarry for to make ne pyment[[25]].
To de[y]en purpure couthe thei noght be-thynke,
The white flees, with venym Tyryen;