3539 should her children stervë 3540 for famíne. Nay, I will drink the liquor of the vine, And have a jolly wench in every town. But hearken, lordings, in conclusioún; Your liking is, that I shall tell a tale Now I have drunk a draught of corny ale, By God, I hope I shall you tell a thing That shall by reason be to your likíng; For though myself be a full vicious man, A moral tale yet I you tellë can, Which I am wont to preachë, for to win. Now hold your peace, my tale I will begin.