human
I have no peny, quod Pierce, polettes for to bie, Ne neither gose ne grys, but two grene cheses, A few curdes and creame, and an haver cake, And two loves of beanes and branne, bake for mi folke, And yet I say by my soule, I have no salt bacon Ne no _Cokeney_, by Christe, coloppes to make.
gpt
At that fest thay wer seruyd with a ryche aray, Every fyve and fyve had a _Cokenay_.