From a convenient place, the right duke his good grace
Did observe his behavior in every case. 
To a garden of state, on the tinker they wait,
Trumpets sounding before him:  thought he this is great: 
Where an hour or two, pleasant walks he did view,
With commanders and squires in scarlet in blew.

A find dinner was drest, both for him and his guests,
He was placed at the table above all the rest,
In a rich chair, or bed, lin’d with fine crimson red,
With a rich golden canopy over his head: 
As he sat at his meat, the musick play’d sweet,
With the choicest of singing his joys to compleat.

While the tinker did dine, he had plenty of wine. 
Rich canary with sherry and tent superfine,
Like a right honest soul, faith, he took off his bowl,
Till at last he began for to tumble and roul
From his chair to the floor, where he sleeping did snore,
Being seven times drunker than ever before.

Then the duke did ordain, they should strip him amain,
And restore him his old leather garments again: 
’Twas a point next the worst, yet perform it they must,
And they carry’d him strait, where they found him at first;
Then he slept all the night, as indeed well he might,
But when he did waken, his joys took their flight.

For his glory to him so pleasant did seem,
That he thought it to be but a meer golden dream;
Till at length he was brought to the duke, where he sought
For a pardon as fearing he had set him at nought;
But his highness he said, Thou’rt a jolly bold blade,
Such a frolick before I think never was plaid.

Then his highness bespoke him a new suit and cloak,
Which he gave for the sake of this frolicksome joak;
Nay, and five hundred pound, with ten acres of ground
Thou shalt never, said he, range the counteries round,
Crying old brass to mend, for I’ll be thy good friend,
Nay, and Joan thy sweet wife shall my duchess attend.

Then the tinker reply’d, What! must Joan my sweet bride
Be a lady in chariots of pleasure to ride? 
Must we have gold and land ev’ry day at command? 
Then I shall be a squire I well understand: 
Well I thank your good grace, and your love I embrace,
I was never before in so happy a case.

The same story is also cited in the “Anatomy of Melancholy,” part 2, memb. 4, from Ludovicus Vives in Epist.[FN#485] and Pont.  Heuter in Rerum Burgund., as follows: 

“It is reported of Philippus Bonus, that good Duke of Burgundy, that the said duke, at the marriage of Eleonora, sister to the King of Portugal, at Bruges in Flanders, which was solemnized in the deep of winter, when as by reason of the unseasonable (!) weather he could neither hawk nor hunt, and was now tyred with cards, dice, &c., and such other domestical sports, or to see ladies dance, with some of his courtiers, he would in the evening walk disguised all about the