Therby walkes a knaue, his bonet on his hede
And whyle those wordes of consecracion
Ar sayde of the preste in goddes owne presence
Suche caytyfs kepe talys and communycacion
Fast by the auter, thynkynge it none offence
And where as the angels ar ther with reuerence
Laudynge and worshyppynge our holy sauyour
These vnkynde caytyfs wyll scantly hym honour
Alas wherto shall any man complayne
For this foly and accostomed furour