In all the dayes of my lyfe I have not sene.
No sewters now but women, knavys, and boys,
And all theyr sewtys are in fansyes and toys. 1055
Yf that there come no wyser after thys cry
I wyll to the god and make an ende quyckely.
Oyes,[214] yf that any knave here
Be wyllynge to appere,
For wether fowle or clere, 1060
Come in before thys flocke
And be he hole or syckly,