_Fan._ Adue, tyll sone.[809] Stowe, byrde, stowe, stowe! 980 It is best I fede my hawke now. There is many euyll faueryd, and thou be foule; Eche thynge is fayre when it is yonge: all hayle, owle! Lo, this is My fansy, I wys: Nowe Cryst it blysse! It is, by Jesse, A byrde full swete, For me full mete: She is furred for the hete 990 All to the fete; Her browys bent, Her eyen glent: Frome Tyne to Trent, From Stroude to Kent, A man shall fynde Many of her kynde, Howe standeth the wynde Before or behynde: Barbyd lyke a nonne, 1000 For burnynge of the sonne; Her fethers donne; Well faueryd bonne. Nowe, let me se about, In all this rowte Yf I can fynde out So semely a snowte Amonge this prese: Euen a hole mese— Pease, man, pease! 1010 I rede, we sease. So farly fayre as it lokys, And her becke so comely crokys, Her naylys sharpe as tenter hokys! I haue not kept her yet thre wokys, And howe styll she dothe syt! Teuyt, teuyt, where is my wyt? The deuyll spede whyt! That was before, I set behynde; Nowe to curteys, forthwith vnkynde; 1020 Somtyme to sober, somtyme to sadde, Somtyme to mery, somtyme to madde; Somtyme I syt as I were solempe prowde; Somtyme I laughe ouer lowde; Somtyme I wepe for a gew gaw; Somtyme I laughe at waggynge of a straw; With a pere my loue you may wynne, And ye may lese it for a pynne. I haue a thynge for to say, And I may tende therto for play; 1030 But in faythe I am so occupyed On this halfe and on euery syde, That I wote not where I may rest. Fyrst to tell you what were best, Frantyke Fansy seruyce I hyght; My wyttys be weke, my braynys are lyght: For it is I that other whyle Plucke downe lede, and theke with tyle; Nowe I wyll this, and nowe I wyll that; Make a wyndmyll of a mat; 1040 Nowe I wolde, and I wyst what; Where is my cappe? I haue lost my hat; And within an houre after, Plucke downe an house, and set vp a rafter; Hyder and thyder, I wote not whyder; Do and vndo, bothe togyder; Of a spyndell I wyll make a sparre; All that I make, forthwith I marre; I blunder, I bluster, I blowe, and I blother; I make on the one day, and I marre on the other; 1050 Bysy, bysy, and euer bysy,