By me is conueyed mykyll praty ware,
Somtyme, I say, behynde the dore for nede;
I haue an hoby can make larkys to dare;
I knyt togyther many a broken threde.
It is great almesse the hungre[828] to fede, 1360
To clothe the nakyd where is lackynge a smocke,
Trymme at her tayle, or a man can turne a socke:
What howe, be ye mery! was it not well conueyed?
As oft as ye lyst, so honeste be sauyd;
Alas, dere harte, loke that we be not perseyuyd!