Whilome in Albion's isle there dwelt a youth,

Who ne in Virtue's ways did take delight;

But spent his days in riot most uncouth,

And vexed with mirth the drowsy ear of Night.

Ah me! in sooth he was a shameless wight,

Sore given to revel and ungodly glee;[n]

Few earthly things found favour in his sight[o]

Save concubines and carnal companie,

And flaunting wassailers of high and low degree.[21]