So take in either hand a honey-cake
Of pearlèd barley mix’d with hydromel;
And in thy mouth two doits, first having bound
The pyx beneath thy robe enwrap’d around:
Thus set thou forth; and mark what more I tell.
19
‘When thou hast gone alone some half thy road
Thou wilt o’ertake a lame outwearied ass;
And one that beats him, tottering ’neath his load
Of loosely bundl’d wood, will cry Alas;