Haffe hansell for the mar.

Foll effen agenest the screffeys gate,

Schowed he hes chaffar ;

Weyffes and wedowes abowt hem drow,

And chepyd fast of hes war.

Yet, Pottys, gret chepe ! creyed Robyn,

Y loffe yeffell thes to stonde.

And all that saw[233] hem sell,

Seyde he had be no potter long. {88}

The pottys that wer werthe pens feyfte,