Beynge dronke thynketh hym as wyse as Salomon
Some sowe dronke, swaloynge mete without mesure
Some mawdelayne dronke, mournynge lowdly and hye
Some beynge dronke no lenger can endure
Without they gyue them to bawdy rybawdry
Some swereth armys nayles herte and body.
Terynge our lord worse, than the Jowes hym arayed
Some nought can speke, but harkenyth what is sayd.
Some spende all that they haue and more at wast
With reuell and reuell dasshe fyll the cup Joohnn