SKELTON

Oh, vir amplissimus! (Ut scholis dicimus) Et gentilissimus! And Howleglasse To come, to pass On his Father's Ass; There never was, By day, nor night, A finer sighed. With feathers upright In his horned cap, And crooked shape, Much Like and Ape. With Owl on sist, And Glass at his wrist. With Elinor Rumming. To make up the mumming; That comely Gill, That dwelled on a hill, But she is not grill: Her face all bowsy, Droopy, and drowsy, Scurvy, and lousy, Comely crinkled, Wondrously wrinkled, Like a rost pigs ear, Bristled with hair. Or Westmister Meg, With her long leg, As long as a Crane; And feet Like a plane: With a pair of heals, As broad as two wheels; To driven down the Due, As she goes to the stew: And turns home metry, By Lambeth ferry. Or you may have come In, Thomas Thumb, In a pudding fat With Doctor Rat.