Our moneth glad that singen on the spray!
1385
Hail to the floures, rede, and whyte, and blewe,
Which by their vertue make our lustes newe!'
The thrid lesson the turtill-dove took up,
And therat lough the mavis [as] in scorn:
He said, 'O god, as mot I dyne or sup,
1390
This folissh dove will give us all an horn!
There been right here a thousand better born,