Wrastling, The ninth pleasure. And as of leaping, so of wrastling too, Which with the rest may well be thought a toy: Yet some do so delight in kind to do, As that they take in wrastling such a joy, As for to give their foe a cleanly fall: They venture will both him and life and all. And some in wrastling wrest a leg a two, And some an arm, some back-bone now and than, And some to break a Wrastler's neck will do In wrastling oft the best or worst he can. And is it not a pretty kind of sport, That breeds delight in such despiteful sort? What should I need of wrastling more to write? Who loves the sport, much good do them withal, For I myself would rather stand upright Then put my life in venture for a fall. And he who sets therein his greatest joy, In time shall find it but a foolish toy.
Is this from Ludlow Parish Church choir stalls?