For pyes and fowles and chesnottes hadde hee wonne;[[8]]
Of hammés of Thuringie[[9]] colde hee prate,
And well hee knew what Princes hadde on plate
At Christmas-tide, from Artois to Gascogne.
Lordinges, quod hee, manne liveth nat alone
By bred, but meatés rost and seethed, and broth,
And purchasable[[10]] deinties, on mine othe.
Honey and hote gingere well liketh hee,
And whalés-flesch mortred[[11]] with spicerie.
For, lat be all how man denie or carpe,[[12]]