And with a sang I’ll weel repay.
“When cockle shells and silver bells,
And bawds and whores do churches build,
When younkers cease to rant and drink,
And usurers tell their gold in field.
“When old Sir Humphery[65] rides to Rome,
And preaches in his best array:
When indigo dies red and brown,
Your honor shall be paid your hay.”
“When Nether Witton is waterless,