Myself, by denial, I mortify
With a dainty bit of a warden pie:
I’m clothed in sackcloth for my sin:
With old sack wine I’m lined within:
A chirping cup is my matin song,
And the vesper bell is my bowl’s ding dong.
What baron or squire
Or knight of the shire
Lives half so well as a holy friar!
John O’Keeffe (1747–1833).