[3100]Then dreamt Albine, their renegado monk
Was knocking at his lodge, the other Nunc.
Then dreamt he saw a table richly spread
With all the dainties riot ever felt;
All birds of warrant which in woods are bred,
With salmon, mullet, turbot, trout, and smelt:
The princely-pacing deer, entombed in paste,
Embalmed with spices to delight the taste.
A sparkling wine, drawn newly from the cheek
Of some chaste fair which blushes coloured red,