Classic Poem

May no man slepe in youre halle,
For dogges, madame—for dogges, madame—
But if he have a tent of xv inche
With twey clogges,
To drive awey the dogges, madame.
Iblessed be such clogges,
That giveth such bogges,
Bitwene my lady legges,
To drive awey the dogges, madame.

May no man slepe in youre halle,
For rattes, madame—for rattes, madame—
But if he have a tent of xv inche
With letheren knappes,
To drive awey the rattes, madame.
Iblessed be suche knappes,
That giveth such swappes,
Under my lady lappes,
To drive awey the rattes, madame.

May no man slepe in youre halle,
For flies, madame—for flies, madame—
But if he have a tent of xv inche
With … byes,
To drive awey the flies, madame.
Iblessed be such byes,
That maketh such swyes,
Bitwinne my lady thyes,
To drive awey the flies, madame.