And first their votary, then their wit became;
His jest was bitter and his satire bold,
When he his tales of formal brethren told;
What time with pious neighbours he discuss’d,
Their boasted treasure and their boundless trust:
“Such were our dreams,” the jovial elder cried;
“Awake and live,” his youthful friends replied.
Now the gay clerk a modest drab despised,
And clad him smartly, as his friends advised;
So fine a coat upon his back he threw,