If they lyst to lowre,
Ys suger therfor sowre?
Dothe[475] five and three make ffour?
As well I durst be bolde
To sey the ffier were colde.
But yet they worke muche worse,
When they for blissinge cowrse;
For Father Friska jolly,
And Pater Pecke a lolly,
That be all full of folly,