Sittë we down, and let us merry make.” And whennë that this canon’s beechen coal Was burnt, all the limáile out of the hole Into the crossëlet anon fell down; And so it mustë needës, by reasoún, Since it above so even couched 4814 was; But thereof wist the priest no thing, alas! He deemed all the coals alikë good, For of the sleight he nothing understood.