And of their shorte nyghtes; he browght in his songe
How wronge was no ryght, and ryght was no wronge:
There was counteryng of carollis in meter and[1643] verse
So many, that longe it[1644] were to reherse.
Occupacyon to Skelton.
How say ye? is this after your appetite?
May this contente you and your mirry mynde?
Here dwellith pleasure, with lust and delyte;
Contynuall comfort here ye may fynde, 710
Of welth and solace no thynge left behynde;