It is a deere collopThat is cut out of th' owne flesh.
It is a deere collop That is cut out of th' owne flesh.
O maister deere and Fadir reverent,Mi maister Chaucer, flour of eloquence,Mirour of fructuous entendement,O, universel fadir in science!Allas! þat þou thyn excellent prudenceIn þi bed mortel mightist naght by-qwethe;What eiled deth? allas! whi wolde he sle the?thomas occleve
King Stephen was a worthy peere, His breeches cost him but a crowne; He held them sixpence all too deere, Therefore he call'd the taylor lowne.