Aull England Seer may cast his Cap at.
And what say you to Ale of Webly[?],
Toudge him as well, you’ll praise him trebly,
As well as Metheglin, or Syder, or Meath,
Sall sake it your dagger quite out o’ th seath.
And Oat-Cake of Guarthenion,
With a goodly Leek or Onion,
To give as sweet a rellis
As e’r did Harper Ellis.
And yet is nothing now all this,