To fyll therwith your mawe;
Loggyng in fayre[1153] strawe,
Couchyng your drousy heddes 660
Somtyme in lousy beddes.[1154]
Alas, this is out[1155] of mynde!
Ye growe nowe out of kynde:
Many one ye haue vntwynde,[1156]
And made[1157] the commons blynde.
But qui se[1158] existimat stare,
Let hym well beware[1159]