Betid a sorry care.
There springen herbés great and smale,
The liquorice and the setewale,
And many a clove gilofre,
And nutémeg to put in ale,
Whether it be moist or stale,
Or for to lain in cofre.
The birdés singen, it is no nay,
The sparhawk and the popingay,
That joy it was to hear,