And spel it true, for I shal tel the[e] man
By my soule ye prynters make such englyshe
So yll spelled, so yll poynted, and so pevyshe
That scantly one can rede lynes tow
But to fynde sentence, he hath ynoughte to do.”
To which the printer replies thus:
“Well, brother, I can not it amende,
I wyl no man ther of dyscommende,
I care no[t] greatly, so that I now and than
May get a peny as wel as I can.”