Of herbés fine and good.
Himself drank water of the well,
As did the knight Sir Percivell
So worthy under weede,
Till on a day —— ——
"No more of this for Goddés dignitee,"
Quod ouré hosté, "for thou makest me
So weary of thy veray lewédnesse,
That all so wisly God my soulé blesse,
Min erés aken of thy drafty speche.