Good store of venison does fill my scrip:
My long bead-roll I merrily chaunt,
Where’er I walk, no money I want;
And why I’m so plump the reason I’ll tell—
Who leads a good life is sure to live well.
What baron or squire
Or knight of the shire
Lives half so well as a holy friar!
After supper, of heaven I dream,
But that is fat pullet and clouted cream.