Drunken also soberly,
Digestionem uberans,
Health it lengthens of the body,
Naturam humanam prosperans.

Good wine provokes a man to sweat,
Et plena lavat viscera,
It maketh men to eat their meat,
Facitque corda prospera.

It nourisheth age if it be good,
Facit ut esset juvenis,
It gendereth in him gentle blood,
Nam venas purgat sanguinis.

Sirs, by all these causes ye should think,
Quae sunt rationabiles,
That good wine should be best of all drink,
Inter potus potabiles.

Fill the cup well!  Bellamye,
Potum jam mihi ingere,
I have said till my lips be dry,
Vellem nunc vinum bibere.

Wine drinkers all with great honour,
Semper laudate Dominum,
The which sendeth the good liquour,
Propter salutem hominum.

Plenty to all that love good-wine,
Donet Deus largius,
And bring them soon when they go hence,
Ubi non sitlent amplius.

The boar’s-head catch may be added to this,
similar Latin intermixtures.

Caput apri refero,
Resonans laudes Domino,

The boar’s head in hand I bring,
With garlands gay and birds singing,
I pray you all help me to sing
Qui estis in convivio.

The boar’s head I understand,
Is chief service in all this land,
Wheresoever it may be found,
Servitur cum sinapio.

The boar’s head, I dare well say,
Anon after the Twelfth day. 
He taketh his leave and goeth away,
Exivit tune de patria.

Four of the following verses are on a tombstone, I believe in Melrose Abbey, and are well known.  Few if any persons will have seen the poem of which they form a part.  So far as I am aware no other copy survives [Since this was written I have learned that a version, with important differences has been printed for the Warton Club, from an Ms. in the possession of Mr. Onusby Gore.]:—­

Vado mori Rex sum, quid honor quid gloria mundi,
Est vita mors hominum regia—­vado mori. 
Vado mori miles victo certamine belli,
Mortem non didici vincere vado mori. 
Vado mori medicus, medicamine non relevandus,
Quicquid agunt medici respuo vado mori. 
Vado mori logicus, aliis concludere novi,
Concludit breviter mors in vado mori.

Earth out of earth is worldly wrought;
Earth hath gotten upon earth a dignity of nought;
Earth upon earth has set all his thought,
How that earth upon earth might be high brought.

Earth upon earth would be a king,
But how that earth shall to earth he thinketh no thing. 
When earth biddeth earth his rents home bring,
Then shall earth from earth have a hard parting.

Earth upon earth winneth castles and towers,
Then saith earth unto earth this is all ours;
But when earth upon earth has builded his bowers,
Then shall earth upon earth suffer hard showers.

Earth upon earth hath wealth upon mould;
Earth goeth upon earth glittering all in gold,
Like as he unto earth never turn should,
And yet shall earth unto earth sooner than he would. 
Why that earth loveth earth wonder I think,
Or why that earth will for earth sweat and swink. 
For when earth upon earth is brought within the brink,
Then shall earth for earth suffer a foul stink,