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.
