The gray gose[959] for to sho?
Lyke houndes of hell,
They crye and they yell, 200
Howe that ye[960] sell
The grace of the Holy Gost:
Thus they make theyr bost
Through owte[961] euery cost,
Howe some of you do eate
In Lenton season[962] fleshe mete,
Fesauntes, partryche, and cranes;