With a proude potter I met,
And a rose garlande on his head,[341] {349}
The floures of it shone marvaylous freshe ;
This seven yere and more he hath used this waye,
Yet was he never so curteyse a potter,
As one peny passage to paye.
Is there any of my mery men all
That dare be so bolde
To make the potter paie passage,
Either silver or golde ?