A Hamlet for a Slothful Vassal

Behold a jocund morn indeed

Sun on high birds in sky

Yonder the whist eathing

Fro where a gale erranteth

Ye beholdest but the shadow

That is a lie

Mayhap a tithe of trothplight Lief I am not

I deem e'er and anon My words are but a twist

'Tis a feign lie through

Loathing I say

To and fro save hither

Is thy love

A dotard gaffer I daresay

Not a loth

But vying for my kinsmen

A sapling not

Beautiful tyrant

Fiend angelical

Dove feathered raven

Wolvish ravening lamb

A hamlet for a slothful vassal

Soothing ale for a parch sot

Hie to tell me

What ye judgest as naught

I behold the shadow

Wherefore call me such names

Nay imp am I

E'er thou sayest aye That is a lie Thou art my aghast hart

Thief of a plot Lief I am not Grazing in the glade

Now go to thy tryst My words are but a twist

Go leave totter Fare well with joy I came

Until ye dwindlest

With rue I leave

A morsel nay more Even the orb cannot

For thy journey Help me melt the ice

Hither an thither