To dwell amonge ladyes Parrot is mete.
Parrot, Parrot, Parrot, praty popigay!
With my beke I can pyke my lyttel praty too;
My delyght is solas, pleasure, dysporte, and pley; 110
Lyke a wanton, whan I wyll, I rele to and froo:
Parot can say, Cæsar, ave, also;
But Parrot hath no fauour to Esebon:
Aboue all other byrdis, set Parrot alone.
Ulula, Esebon, for Ieromy doth wepe!
Sion is in sadnes, Rachell ruly doth loke;