Circling in Flower, making both ends meet:
Where wee fare well foure dayes, and did complain,
Like harvest folkes, of weather and the raine:
And on the feast of Barthol’mew wee try
What revells that saint keepes at Banbury[111].
In th’ name of God, Amen! First to begin,
The altar was translated to an inne;
Wee lodged in a chappell by the signe,
But in a banquerupt taverne by the wine:
Besides, our horses usage made us thinke