Nevertheless, thou art my guest, and I will not put thy manhood to the proof without thine own free will.

Sit thee down, then, and fill thy cup; let us drink, sing, and be merry.

If thou knowest ever a good lay, thou shalt be welcome to a nook of pasty at Copmanhurst so long as I serve the chapel of St Dunstan, which, please God, shall be till I change my grey covering for one of green turf.

But come, fill a flagon, for it will crave some time to tune the harp; and nought pitches the voice and sharpens the ear like a cup of wine.

For my part, I love to feel the grape at my very finger-ends before they make the harp-strings tinkle." [22].