Passetyme with gude companye, I love, and shall until I dye. Gruch who wyll, but none deny, So God be pleeyd, thus lyfe wyll I. For my pastaunce: Hunt, syng, and daunce, My hert ys sett! All gudely sport, Fore my comfort, Who shall me lett? Youth wyll have nedes dalyaunce, Of gude or yll some pastaunce. Companye me thynketh them best, All thouts and fansyes to dygest. For ydleness, Ys chef mastres Of vyces all: Than who can say, But myrth and play, Ys best of all? Companye with honeste, Ys vertu, vyce to flee. Companye ys gude or yll, But ev’ry man hath hys frewylle. The best ensyue, The worst eschew, My mynd shall be: Vertue to use, Vyce to refuse, Thus shall I use me!