He wole preisen hit i-nohw, and sweren, as he were wod,
For the king of the lond the drink is riche and god; 230
And ȝeve the gode man drinke a god quantité,
And make him worsse than he was; evele mote he the!
that clerk,
That so geteth the silver, and can noht don his werk.
He doth the wif sethe a chapoun and piece beof,
Ne tit the gode man noht therof, he him nevere so leof;
The best he piketh up himself, and maketh his mawe touht;