129 Of Cockels.
A Countreymans son rosted Cockles, whome as he hearde hissing, he sayde: O euil beastes which when your housen be burnte do sing.
MOR. Al things done out of due order, are to be discommended.
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A Countreymans son rosted Cockles, whome as he hearde hissing, he sayde: O euil beastes which when your housen be burnte do sing.
MOR. Al things done out of due order, are to be discommended.