To kepe his flesshe chast,
In Lent for a repast
He eateth capons[150] stewed,
Fesaunt and partriche mewed,
Hennes, checkynges, and pygges; 220
He foynes and he frygges,
Spareth neither mayde ne wyfe:
This is a postels lyfe!
Helas! my herte is sory
To tell of vayne glory: