So tyll our brether ye will geve sum gude;
God wat geve we hes[140] neid of lyves fude!”
The Papyngo said, “Father, be the Rude,
Howbeit your rayment be religious lyke,
Your conscience, I suspect, be nocht gude.
I did persave quhen prevelye ye did pyke[141]
Ane chekin from ane hen under ane dyke.”
“I grant,” said he. “That hen was my gude freind,
And I that chekin tuke bot for my teind.
“Ye knaw, the faith be us mon be susteind;