'Pillicock sat on Pillicock's hill'

quoth Edgar, playing mad
before King Lear, old, elde, futile man.
A while before that, in Kildare,
another good old lad
or 'senior person' described
his pissycock plight:

"Elde makiþ me,
Y ne mai no more of loue done;
Mi pilkoc pisseþ on mi schone"

In my case (so far, fortunately)
mi onelie dribil druith upoon my trousers.
since 'loue' no longer holds me tight
by balls or brain or short-and-curlies –
but mi pilkoc pisseþ  3-5 times a night.

*

"Al we wilnith to ben old,
Wy is eld ihatid ?
Moch me anueth
That mi dribil druith,
And mi wrot wet..."