Sommer, Sommernt.

Whan that y sun shineth down upon

The lowly folk that to eek fro e goon;

eek als that y rayne that rayneth hathe stoppéd –

Namore to dampen oure spirit droppéd;

Outte to playe eek journeye fare

On briske foote, or inne motore carre,

which carre hath na yette binne Inventived soone,

so, uponn Shank’s pony they shalt be goon.