As hath a leek / for thogh oure myght be goon Oure wil desireth folie / euere in oon For whan we may noght doon / than wol we speke Yet in oure asshen olde / is fyr yreke Foure gleedes haue we / whiche I shal deuyse Auauntyng lyyng Anger Coueitise Thise foure sparkles / longen vnto eelde Oure olde lymes / mowe wel been vnweelde But wil ne shal noght faillen / that is sooth And yet I haue alwey / a coltes tooth As many a yeer / as it is passed henne Syn that my tappe of lyf / bigan to renne For sikerlik whan ik was bore anon Deeth drogh the tappe of lyf / and leet it goon And euere sith / hath so the tappe yronne Til that almoost / al empty is the tonne The streem of lyf / now droppeth on the chymbe The sely tonge / may wel rynge and chymbe From Ps And sykerly doun̄ sonkyn is the plumbe Of wrecchednesse / that passed is ful yoore With olde folk / saue dotage is namoore ¶ Whan that oure hoost hadde herd this sermonyng He gan to speke / as lordly as a kyng He seyde / what amounteth al this wit What shal we speke alday / of holy writ The deuel made / a Reue for to preche Or of a Soutere / a Shipman / or a leche Sey forth thy tale / and tarie noght the tyme Lo Depeford / and it is half wey pryme Lo Grenewych / ther many a sherewe is Inne It were al tyme / thy tale to bigynne