LAUNDER

¶When I was as young as thou art now I was within little as fair as thou And so might have kept meyf I had would And as dearly my youth I might have sold As the tryckest and fairest of you all But I feared parels that after might fallen Wherefore some belines I did me provide Lest vice might enter on every side Which hath tre enter where ydylnesse doth reign It is not thy beauty that I disdain But thine Idle life that thou hast rehearsed Which any good woman's Heart would have pierced For I perceive in dancing and singing In eating and drinking and thine apparelling Is all the joy wherein thy Heart is set But nought of all this doth thine own labour get For hadst thou nothing but of thine own travail Thou mightest go as naked as my nail Me think thou shouldst abhor such idleness And pass the time in some honest business Better to less some part of thy beauty Then so oft to ieoberde all thine honest But I think rather then thou wouldst so do Thou hadst lever have us live ydylly to And so no doubt we should if thou mightest have The clear son banished as thou dost crave Then were we launders marred and unto the Thine own request were small commodities For of these twain I think it far better Thy face were son burned and thy clothes the swetter Then that the son From shining should he smytter To keep thy face fair and thy smock be shytter Sir how lycke you my reason in her case. ❧ Why have you always kyst her behind In faith good enough if it be your mind And if your appetite serve you so to do By lady I would you had kyst my ars to. ☜Nay by my troth I sir not very well But by coniectour this ges I have That I do speak to and old baudy knave I saw you dally with your symper de cocked I rede you beware she pycke not your pocket Such Idle husyfes do now and than Think all well won that they pycke from a man Yet such of some men shall have more favour Then we that for them daily tail and labour But I trust the God will be so indifferent That she shall fail some part of her intent ¶Then in this meddling my part shall be the wurst. ❧ The less your silence, the less your credence The less your credence, the less your honesty The less your honesty the less your assistance The less your assistance the less abylyte In you to do ought wherefore so God me save No hurt in hanging such a railing knave. ¶Then lean not to much to gender gyglet For here desire contrary to mine is set I herd by her tale she would banish the soon And then were we poor launders all undone Except the son shine that our clothes may dry We can do right nought in our laundry Another manner lose if we should mys Then of such nyreby ceters as she is. ¶Promise me to speak that the son may shine bright And I will be gone quyikly for all night. ¶Now would I take my leave if I wist how The longer I live the more knave you, ¶By the mass knave I would I had both thy stones In my purs if thou meddel not indifferently That both our maters in issue may be likely. ¶And such as I am who be as good as you His highness shall be sure on I make a vow.