Now, Galathea, lett Parrot, I pray yow, haue hys date; Yett dates now ar deynte, and wax verye scante, For grocers were grugyd at and groynyd at but late; Grete reysons with resons be now reprobitante, For reysons ar no resons, but resons currant: Ryn God, rynne Devyll! yet the date of ower Lord And the date of the Devyll dothe shrewlye accord. _Dixit_, quod Parrott, the popagay royall. _Galathea._ Nowe, Parott, my swete byrde, speke owte yet ons agayne, 440 Sette asyde all sophysms,[109] and speke now trew and playne. _Parotte._ So many[110] morall maters, and so lytell vsyd; So myche newe makyng, and so madd tyme spente; So myche translacion in to Englyshe confused; So myche nobyll prechyng, and so lytell amendment; So myche consultacion, almoste to none entente; So myche provision, and so lytell wytte at nede;— Syns Dewcalyons flodde there can no clerkes rede. So lytyll dyscressyon, and so myche reasonyng; So myche hardy dardy, and so lytell manlynes; 450 So prodigall expence, and so shamfull reconyng; So gorgyous garmentes, and so myche wrechydnese; So myche portlye pride, with pursys penyles; So myche spente before, and so myche vnpayd behynde;— Syns Dewcalyons flodde there can no clerkes fynde. So myche forcastyng, and so farre an after dele; So myche poletyke pratyng, and so lytell stondythe in stede; So lytell secretnese, and so myche grete councell; So manye bolde barons, there hertes as dull as lede; So many nobyll bodyes vndyr on dawys hedd; 460 So royall a kyng as reynythe vppon vs all;— Syns Dewcalions flodde was nevyr sene nor shall. So many complayntes, and so smalle redresse; So myche callyng on, and so smalle takyng hede; So myche losse of merchaundyse, and so remedyles; So lytell care for the comyn weall, and so myche nede; So myche dowȝtfull daunger, and so lytell drede; So myche pride of prelattes, so cruell and so kene;— Syns Dewcalyons flodde, I trowe, was nevyr sene. So many thevys hangyd, and thevys never the lesse; 470 So myche prisonment ffor matyrs not worthe an hawe; So myche papers weryng for ryghte a smalle exesse; So myche pelory pajauntes vndyr colower of good lawe; So myche towrnyng on the cooke stole for euery guy gaw; So myche mokkyshe makyng of statutes of array;— Syns Dewcalyons flodde was nevyr, I dar sey. So braynles caluys hedes, so many shepis taylys; So bolde a braggyng bocher, and flesshe sold so dere; So many plucte partryches, and so fatte quaylles; So mangye a mastyfe curre, the grete grey houndes pere; 480 So bygge a bulke of brow auntlers cabagyd that yere; So many swannes dede, and so small revell;— Syns Dewcalyons flodde, I trow, no man can tell.