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EPIGRAM: 85. OF THE ABBOT AND HIS VALET by CLEMENT MAROT

Poem Explanation

First Line: HIS GRACE THE ABBOT AND HIS SERVYNGE LADDE
Last Line: WHYLE IN THE BOWLE A SINGLE DROP WAS LEFT.
Subject(s): DRINKS & DRINKING; HOUSEHOLD EMPLOYEES; WINE; SERVANTS; DOMESTICS; MAIDS;
HIS grace the Abbot and his servynge ladde
Are of one claye as honey is of wax;
One is a loon, the other one is madde;
One loves a joke, the other his sides cracks;
One drinks goode wine, the other never lacks.
Thus a debate one nighte between them rose:
Wineless his worship would no more repose
Than he would die of all his friends bereft,
Wheras his valet's eyelids could not close
Whyle in the bowle a single drop was left.



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