That of theyr scole maters lost is the hole sentens.
Now a nutmeg, a nutmeg, cum gariopholo,[66]
For Parrot to pyke vpon, his brayne for to stable,
Swete synamum styckis and pleris cum musco![67] 190
In Paradyce, that place of pleasure perdurable,
The progeny of Parrottis were fayre and fauorable;
Nowe in valle Ebron Parrot is fayne to fede:
Cristecrosse and saynt Nycholas, Parrot, be your good spede!
The myrrour that I tote in, quasi diaphanum,
Vel quasi speculum, in ænigmate,