Of him ful wide þe word sprong,
Hw he was mike, hw he was strong,
Hw fayr man god him hauede maked,
He has nothing to wear but the old sail.
But on þat he was almest naked:
For he ne hauede nouth to shride,
But a kouel ful unride,
Þat [was] ful, and swiþe wicke,
Was it nouth worth a fir sticke.
The cook buys him new clothes.