S of t I would hear praised.

    I  the house, gone up and down

    As a man does who has published a new book,

    Or a young girl dressed out in her new gown,

    And turned talk by hook or crook

    Until  theme,

    A ale she had read,

    A man confusedly in a half dream

    As ther name ran in his head.

    S of t I would hear praised.

    I alk no more of books or the long war

    But il I have found

    Some beggar sering from there

    Manage talk until her name come round.

    If there be rags enough he will know her name

    And be , for in the old days,

    though she had young mens praise and old mens blame,

    Among th old and young gave her praise.