To hawke in my church of Dis.

This fonde frantyke fauconer,[608]

With his polutid pawtenar,[609]

As priest vnreuerent,

Streyght to the sacrament

He made his hawke to fly,

With hogeous showte and cry.

The hye auter[610] he strypt naked;

There on he stode, and craked; 50

He shoke downe all the clothis,