He grudg'd his housekeeping—his children's support,
And laid in his meates of the cagge mag sorte,
No fyshe or fowle touch'd he, when 'twas dearly bought,
But a green taile or herrings, a score for a groate.
No friend to the needy,
His wealth gather'd speedy,
And he never did naught but evil;
He liv'd like a hogg,
And dyed like a dogg,
And now he rides post to the devil.