Chapter VI

[From a MS. in the old Royal Library, in the British Museum,
the exact reference to which is mislaid. It is written, if I
recollect rightly, in a hand of the time of Henry VIII, in an
older manuscript.]

We make no spare
Of John Hunkes' mare;
And now I
Think she will die;
He thought it good
To put her in the wood,
To seek where she might ly dry;
If the mare should chance to fale,
Then the crownes would for her sale.