So long as Friar John’s and Friar Roger’s.
I have been very accurate in my researches,
And find this Convent (truce with whys and hows)
Kept in a constant ferment with the rows
Of these two quarrelsome fat sons of Churches.
But when Sir Thomas went to his devotions,
Proceeding thro’ their Cloister with his Bride,
You never could have dream’d of their commotions,
The stiff-rump’d rascals look’d so sanctified:
And it became the custom of the Knight