For Margery wynshed, and breke her hinder girth;
Lor,[1790] how she made moche of her gentyll birth!
With, Gingirly, go gingerly! her tayle was made of hay;
Go she neuer so gingirly, her honesty is gone away;
De nihilo nihil fit: Aristotiles. Le plus displeysant pleiser puent.
Harde to make ought of that is nakid nought;
This fustiane maistres and this giggisse gase,
Wonder is to wryte what wrenchis she wrowght,
To face out her foly with a midsomer mase;
With pitche she patchid her pitcher shuld not[1791] crase;