In peace tyme nor in warre;
For none ther is that darre
Replye ageyne or speake,
This daunce of thers to breake;
The trouthe it is so weeke:
They make all men cry creake,
Or fry them to a steake,—
Adieu, Sir Huddypeake!
Lo, Peters barge is leake,
And redy for to synke!