Ye myddel belle ringe twyce.
Ye sage came downe immediatelie
Ye soundes felle onne hys eare,
Inne trothe ye greate Philosopher
Didde thynke it was hys beere.
But, whenne he saw ye Invalede,
And lernt whatte he didde lacke,
Ye sage he kindlie askéd hym
Uppe to his two paire backe:
For, like a nutte, ye sage was kinde