Ine þe kyng had a sonne, his name Adellus./Dede he toke & he died, als it salle do vs./Sorow & site he made, þer was non oþer rede,/For his sonne & heyre, þat so sone was dede.
Their jovial Nights, in frollicks and in play They pass, to drive the tedious Hours away: And their cold Stomachs with crown'd Goblets cheer, Of windy Cider, and of barmy Beer.
White wine goes better with fish than red wine.
fellow → fellowship
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