And loke ye be mery and take no thought,
For thys ryme is cunnyngly wrought.
My Lord Persy[190.4] and all this house
Recomaund them to yow, dogge, catte, and mowse,
And wysshe ye had be here stille,
For the sey ye are a good gille.[190.5]
No more to you at this tyme,
But God hym save that mad this ryme.
Wret the of Sent Mathe,[190.6]
Be yowr trew and trustie husband, J. P.