When that Novembrė with his wolkės stepe
The droght of Somer slakėd hath full depe,
And bathėd all the grounde in swich licour
As maketh seas of mud, and hav the power
To drowne a man and eke to choke withal
From fernė fields to the schulė wal;
When Boreas eke wyth his belching cold
Inspired hath from frozen seas and wold
The tendre croppes and the youngė menn
That lernyning seke al houres wyth boke and pen,
And smallė knoppės smaler stil are broke
For that no man can beg or borrow coke:
Then longen folke to build and maken holes
In wallės, or to tear hem quite away,
And pilen sand and mortar up al daye;
And specialy to taken off the roof
Of housen, that hav erst bin waterproffe;
For that they hearden students make a ale
That Lat-Ger-Fren eke Englysh were too drie.