London in the Time of the Tudors

by Walter Besant

“Pastyme with good companye

I love and shall untyll I dye;

Gruche who list—but none denye,

So God be plesyd thus leve wyll I;

For my Pastance

Hunt, syng, and dance,

My hart is sette;

All goodly sport for my comfort

Who shall be let?

Youth must have some dalliance,