As he went from the church, they brought him, upon a dray drawn with oxen, a confused heap of paternosters and aves of St.Claude, every one of them being of the bigness of a hat-block; and thus walking through the cloisters, galleries, or garden, he said more in turning them over than sixteen hermits would have done.

Then did he study some paltry half-hour with his eyes fixed upon his book; but, as the comic saith, his mind was in the kitchen.

Pissing then a full urinal, he sat down at table; and because he was naturally phlegmatic, he began his meal with some dozens of gammons, dried neat's tongues, hard roes of mullet, called botargos, andouilles or sausages, and such other forerunners of wine.

In the meanwhile, four of his folks did cast into his mouth one after another continually mustard by whole shovelfuls.
Immediately after that, he drank a horrible draught of white wine for the ease of his kidneys.

When that was done, he ate according to the season meat agreeable to his appetite, and then left off eating when his belly began to strout, and was like to crack for fulness.