English poem
Xviii
But this was drawne of six unequall beasts, On which her six sage Counsellours did ryde, Taught to obay their bestiall beheasts, With like conditions° to their kinds applyde: Of which the first, that all the rest did guyde, Was sluggish Idlenesse the nourse of sin; Upon a slouthful Asse he chose to ryde, Arayd in habit blacke, and amis thin, Like to an holy Monck, the service to begin.