Of his dietë, sitting at his table. Alas! the shortë throat, the tender mouth, Maketh that east and west, and north and south, In earth, in air, in water, men do swink 3561 To get a glutton dainty meat and drink. Of this mattére, O Paul! well canst thou treat Meat unto womb, and womb eke unto meat, Shall God destroyë both, as Paulus saith. 3562 Alas! a foul thing is it, by my faith, To say this word, and fouler is the deed, When man so drinketh of the white and red, 3563 That of his throat he maketh his privý Through thilkë cursed superfluity The apostle saith, 3564 weeping full piteously, There walk many, of which you told have I⁠— I say it now weeping with piteous voice⁠— That they be enemies of Christë’s crois; 3565 Of which the end is death; womb is their God.