Þer mouthe men se hw grim greu;
Was neuere yete ioie more
In al þis werd, þan þo was þore.
Þer was so mike[105] yeft of cloþes,
Þat þou i swore you grete othes,
I ne wore nouth þer-offe croud:
Þat may i ful wel swere, bi god!
and plenty of meat and wine.
Þere was swiþe gode metes,
And of wyn, þat men fer fetes,