2090But that he feared religion could not bridle
His active heat 'twixt linen to be idle.
He thought his breaking voice would him betray
(Unless he said he ever had a cold),
He feared the curtsey and the female play,
Or that his face would make him seem too old.
But above all he fear'd he should not lock
His legs within the compass of a smock.
In costly vestures he would be arrayed
Of high descent, and fearing lest his sire