Stanzas CXXX–CXXXIII

CXXX
Item, I give Jehan Perdryer nought,
And to his brother Frank the same ;
Though still to help me they have wrought
And make me sharer in their game ;
(Tongues have they, sharp and fierce as flame
And too, my gossip Frank, of yore,
Without command or prayer, my name
At Bourges commended passing sore.

CXXXI
Let them in Taillevent go see
The chapters that of frying treat,
If they can find my recipe
For dressing up this kind of meat :
'Twas Saint Macaire, I once did meet,
Cooking a devil, skin and all,
That so the roast should smell more sweet
Gave me this Recipe, that I call

CXXXII
To Andry Courault, next, give I
The Counterblast to Franc-Gontier ;
As for the Tyrant, set on high,
I've nought, indeed, to him to say :
Wisdom forbids that in affray
With mighty men poor folk should strive,
Lest they spread nets across the way,
To catch the vauntards in alive.

CXXXIII
I fear not Gontier, that no men
Has nor is better off than I :
But now strife is betwixt us twain ;
For he exalteth poverty :
Good luck he deemeth it, perdie,
Winter and summer to be poor.
Myself, I hold it misery.
Who's wrong? Be you judge, I conjure.