Ye barde telleth of an outcaste impe.
But one lank fiend of skin and bone,
With hungry-looking eyne,
Gazed at the food with dreary moans,
And many a mournful whine;
X.
Of hys unparalleled wickednesse;
For Satan would not let him feed
Upon the toothsome cheer,
(He had not done all day a deed
To cause a human tear);
XI.
Of hys gamboles and praieres,
And so he hopped from side to side,
To beg a bit of 'toke,'
And, vagrant-like, his plea denied,
He prayed that they might choke
XII.
And of hys revylyngs of goode menne.