¶ here after followeth a little book called Colyn Clout compiled by master Skelton poet Laureate. Quis consurgat mecum adversus malignantes. aut quis stabit mecum adversus operantes iniquitatem. Nemo domine WHat can it avail To drive forth a snail Or to make a sail Of an herrings tail To rhyme or to rail To write or to endite Either for delight Or else for to despite Or ●o●es to compile Of divers manner style Vice to revile And sin to exile To teach or to preach As reason will reach Say this and say that His head is so fat He wotteth never what Nor whereof he speaketh He crieth and he creketh He prieth and he peketh He chides and he chatters He prates and he patters He clytters and he clatters He meddles and he smatters He gloss and he smatters Or if he speak plain Than he lacketh brain He is but a fool Let him go to school A three footed stole That he may down sit For he lacketh wit And if that he hit The nail on the heed It standeth in no stead The devil they say is deed The devil is deed It may well so be Or else they would see Other wise and slay I rome worldly vanity And foul covetousness And other wretchedness I ●●●ell falseness Uaryablenesse With unstableness ¶ And if ye stand in doubt who brought this rhyme about My name is Colyn Clout I purpose to shake out All my cunning bag Like a clerkly hag For though my rhyme be ragged Tattered and tagged Rudely rain beaten Rusty and mought eaten If ye talk well there with It hath in it some pith For as far as I can see It is wrong with each degree For the temporalty Accuseth the spiritualty The spiritual again Doth grudge and complain Upon the temporal men Thus each of other bloder The tone against the t'other Alas they make me shoder For in hoder mother The church is put in fault The prelate's been so haut They say/ and look so hy As though they would fly Above the sterry sky Say men say in heed How they take no ●ede Sheyr silly sheep to feed But pluck away and pull The fleces of their wool Unethes they leave a lock Of shall amongs their floche And as for their cunning A glomming and a mumming And make there of a jape They gasp and they gape All to have promotion There is their hole devotion With money if it will hap To catch the forked cap Forsooth they are to lewd To say so all beshrewd. ¶ What trow ye they say more Of the bishops lore How in matters they berawe They lumber forth the law To hearken jacke and gill When they but up a bill And judge it as they will For other men's skill Expounding out their clauses And leave their own causes In their principal cure They make but little sure And meddels very light In the churches right But Ire and venire And sol fa/ so a lamyre That the premenyre Is like to be set a fire In their jurisdictions Through temporal afflictions Men say they have prescriptions Against the spiritual contradictions Accounting them as fyctions And whiles the heeds do this The remnant is amiss Of the clergy all Both great and small I wots never how they work But thus the people cark And surely thus they say bishops if they may Small houses would keep But slumber forth and sleep And assay to creep With in the noble walls Of the kings halls To fat their bodies full Their souls lame and dull And have full little care How evil their sheep far ¶ The temporalyte say plain How bishops disdain Sermons for to make Or such labour to take And for to say troth A great part is full sloth But the greatest part Is for they have but small art And right slender cunning With in their heeds woning But this reason they take How they are able to make With their gold and treasure Clerks out of measure And yet that is a pleasure How be it some there be Almost two or three Of that dignity Full worshipful clerks As appeareth by their works Like Aaron and Ure The wolf from the door To wary and to keep From their ghostly sheep And their spiritual lambs Sequestered from rams And from the berd goats With their heery coats Set nought by golden groats Their names if I durst tell ¶ But they are loath to mell And loath to hang the bell About the cats neck For dread to have a check They are fain to play/ deuz deck How be it they are good men much hearted like an hen Their lessons forgotten they have That becket them gave Thomas manum mittit ad forcia Spernit damna spernit opprobria Nulla Thoman frangit iniuria But now every spiritual father Men say they had rather Spend moche of their share Than to be cumbered with care ¶ Spend/ nay but spare For let see who that dare Sho the mockylsoe mare They make her winch and keke But it is not worth a leek Boldness is to seek The church for to defend Take me as I intend For loath I am to offend In this that I have pend I tell you as men say amend when ye may For usque ad montem sare Men say ye cannot appare For some say ye hunt in parks And hawk on hobby larks And other wanton work When the night darks What hath lay men to do The grey gooes for to sho Like hounds of hell They cry and they yell Now that ye sell The grace of the holy ghost Thus they make their boast Through every cost How some of you do eat In lenten season flesh meet Fesauntes partridge and crane's Men call you therefore profanes Ye pick no shrimps nor pranes Saltfysshe, stockfish nor hearing It is not for your wearing Nor in holy lenten season Ye will nitheyr beans ne peason But ye look to be let loss To a pig or to a goose your gorge not endued Without a capon stewed Or a stewed cock Under her surfled smock And her wanton wodicocke And how when ye give orders In your provincial borders As at sicientes Some are insufficientes Some parum sapientes Some nichil intelligentes Some valde negligentes Some nullum sensum habentes But bestyali and untought But when they have once caught Dominus vobiscum by the heed Than run they in every stead God wots with drunken nolles yet take thy cure of souls And woteth never what they read Pater noster nor Crede Construe not worth a whistle Nether gospel nor pistle Their matins madly said Nothing devoutly prayed Their learning is so small Their primes and hours fall And leap out of their lips Like sawdust or dry chips I speak not now of all But the most part en general Of such vacabundus Speaketh otus Mundus How some sing letabundus At every ale stake with welcome hake and make By the breed that god broke I am sorry for your sake I speak not of the good wife But of their apostles life Cum ipsus vel illis Qui manent in villis Est uxor vel ancilla welcome jacke and Gylla My pretty Petronylla And you will be stylla You shall have your wylla Of such Pater noster pekes All the world spekes ¶ In you the fault is supposed For that they are not opposed By just examination In cunning and conversation They have none instruction To make a true construction A priest without a letter Without his virtue be greater Doubtless where moche better Upon him for to take A mattock or a rake Alas for very shame Some can not decline their name Some can not scarcely read And yet he will not dread For to keep a cure And in nothing is sure This dominus vobiscum As wise as Tom a thrum A chaplain of trust Layth all in the dust Thus I colyn clout As I go about And wandering as I walk There the people talk Men say for silver and gold miters are bought and sold There shall no clergy appose A mitre nor a cross But a full purse A straw for gods curse What are they the worse For a symonyake Is but a hermoniake And no more ye make Of simony men say But a child's play ¶ Over this the foresaid lay Report how the pope may A holy anchor call Out of the stony wall And him a bishop make It he on him dare take To keep so hard a rule To ride upon a mule With gold all betrapped In purple and paul be lapped Some hatted and some capped richly be wrapped God wots to their great pains In rotchettes of fine reins white as morrows milk Their tabertes of fine silk Their styrops of mixed gold begared There may no cost be spared Their moils gold doth eat Their neighbours die for meat What care they though gil sweat Or jacke of the Noke The poor people the yoke With summons and citations And excommunications About churches and market The bishop on his carpet At home full soft doth sit This is a fearful fit To here the people jangle How warily they wrangle Alas why do ye not handle And them all mangle Full falsely on you they lie And shamefully you ascrye And say as untruly As the butterfly A man might say in mock Ware the wether cock Of the steeple of Paul's And thus they hurt their joules In slandering you for truth Alas it is great ruth Some say ye sit in trones Like princes aquilonis And shrine your rotten bones With pearls and precious stones But how the commons groans And the people moans For priests and for lones Lent and never paid But from day to day delayed The common wealth decayed Men say ye are tongue tayde And thereof speak nothing But dyssymuling and glozing where fore men be supposing That ye give shrewd counsel Against the common well By poolling and pillage In cities and village By taring and tollage ye make monks to have the culerage For covering of and old cottage That committed is a collage In the charter of dotage Tenure par service de sottage And not par service de socage After old seygnyours And the learning of Lytelton tenors Ye have so overthwarted That good laws are subverted And good reason perverted ¶ Relygous' men are fain For to turn again In secula seculorum And to forsake their corum And vacabundare per forum And take a fine meritorum Coneca regulam morum Aut black monacorum Aut canonicorum Aut Bernardinorum Aut crucifixorum And to sing from place to place Like apostataas And the self same game Be gone and vow with shame Amongst the silly nuns My lady now she runs Dame Syhly our abbess Dame Dorothy and lady Bess Dame Sare our prioress Out of their cloister and quere with an heavy cheer Must cast up their black veils And set up their fucke sails To catch wind with their ventales what Colyne there thou shales yet thus with ill hails The lay fee people rails ¶ And all they lay In you prelate's/ and say ye do them wrong and no right To put them thus to slight No matins at midnight Book and chalys gone quite Pluck away the leedes Over their heeds And sell away their bells And all that they have else Thus the people tells Rails like rebels Reed shrewdly and spells And with foundations melles And talk like tytyvelles How ye broke the deeds wills Turn monasteries I to mat mills Of an abbey they make a granng your works they say are stranng So that their founder's souls Have lost their bead rolls The money for their masses Spent among wanton lasses The diriges are forgotten Their founders lie there rotten But where their souls dwell There with I will not mell What could the turk do more With all his false lore Turk sarazyn/ or jew I report me to you ¶ O merciful jesus You support and rescue My style for to direct It may take some effect For I abhor to write How the lay fee dyspytt you prelate's that of right Should be lanterns of light ye live they say in delight Drowned in deliiis In gloria et diviciis In o admirabile honore In gloria et splendore Fulgurantes haste Uiventes parum caste Yet sweet meat hath sour sauce For after glyria laus Chryst by cruelty Was nailed upyn a tree He paid a bitter pension For man's redemption He drank eisell and gall To redeem us withal But sweet hippocras ye drink With let the cat wink Iche wots what each other think How be it per assimule Some men think that ye Shall have penalty For your inibuyte Nota what I say And here it well a way If it please not theologys' It is good for astrologys' For Ptholome told me The son somey me to be In Ariete Ascendent a degree When Scorpion descendpnge Was so then pretending All fatal for one That shall sit on a throne And rule all things alone Your teeth whet on this bone Amongst you everichone Fnd let colyn Clout have none Manner of cause to moan Lay salve to your own sore For else as I said before After gloria laus May come a sour sauce Sorry therefore am I But troth can never lie ¶ With language thus polluted Holy church is brnted And shamefully confuted My pen now will I sharp And wrest up my harp with sharp twynking trebelles Against all such rebels That labour to confound And bring the church to the ground As ye may daily see How the lay fee Of one affynyte Consent and agree Against the church to be And the dignity Of the by bishops fee And either ye be to bad Or else they are mad Of this to report But under your support Till my dying day I shall both write and say And ye shall do the same How they are to blame you thus to diffame For it maketh me sad How the the people are glad The church to deprave And some there are that rave Presuming on their own wit When there is never a whit To maintain arguments Against the sacraments Some make epilogation Of hypghe predestination And of resydenacyon They make interpretation Of an aquarde fashion And of the prescience Of divine assence And what Ipostacis Of Christ's manhood is Such logic men will chop And in their fury hop When the good ale sop Doth dance in their fore top Both women and men Such ye may well know & ken That against priesthood Their malyee spread abroad Raising heinously And dysdaynously Of prrestly dignities But their malygnytes And some have a smacek Of Luther's sack And a brenning spark Of Luther's welke And are some what suspect In Luther's sect And some of them barek Clatter and carp Of that heresy art Called wytclyftista The develys the dogmatista And some be hussyans And some be Arian And some be pollegrans And make moche varyans between the clergy And the temporalty ¶ Now the church hath to mickle And they have to little And bring in maierialites And qualified qualities Of pluralytes Of tryalytes And of tot quots They commune like sots As cometh to their lots Of prebendaries and deans How some of them gleans And gathereth up the store For to catch more and more Of persons and vycaryes They make many out cries They can not keep their wives From them for their lives And thus the ●oselles strives And lewdly says by Christ Against the silly priest Alas and well away What ails them thus to csay They mought be better advised Then to be so disguised But they have enterprised And shamefully surmised How prelacy is sold and bought And come up of nought And where the prelate's be Come of low degree And set in majesty And spiritual dyngnyte Farewell benignity Farewell sympliciet Farewell humility Farewell good charity Ye are so puffed with pride That no man may abide Your high and lordly looks Ye cast up then your books And virtue is forgotten For then ye will be wroken Of every light quarrel And call a lord a iavell A knight a knave to make Ye boast/ ye face/ ye crack And upon you take To rule king and kayser And if ye may have leisure Ye will bring all to noyght And that is all your thought For the lords temporal Their rule is very small Almost nothing at all Men say how ye appall The noble blood royal In earnest and in game Ye are the less to blame For lords of noble blood If they well vuderstode How cóning might them advance They would pipe you another dance But noble men borne To learn they have scorn But hunet and blow an horn Lepe over lakes and dykes Set nothing by politics There fore ye keep them base And mock them to their face This is a piteous case To you that over the wheel Lords must crouch and kneel And break their hose at the knee As daily men may see And to remembrance call Fortune so turneth the ball And ruleth so over all That honour hath a great fall Shall I tell you more/ ye shall I am leth to tell all But the communalte ye call idols of Babylon De terra zabulon De terra Neptalym For you love to go trim Brought up of poor estate With pride inordinate Suddenly upstart From the dung cart The mattocks and the shule To reign and to rule And have no grace to think How they were wont to drink Of a leather bottle with a knavish stoppel When mamockes was your meat with mould breed to eat ye would none other get To chew and to gnaw To fill therewith your maw Lodged in the straw Couching your drowsy heads Sometime in lousy beds Alas this is out of mind ye grow now out of kind Many one have but wind And make the commons blind But qui se existimat stare Let him well beware Lest that his foot slip And have such a trip And false in such decay That all the world might say Come down on the devil way. ¶ Yet over all that Of bishops they chat That though ye round your hear An inch above your ear And aures patentes And parum intendentes And your coursers be trapped your ears they be stopped For master adulator And doctor assentator And blandior blandiris With mentior mentiris That ye can not espy They follow your desires And so they blere your eye How the male doth write ¶ Alas for god's will why sit ye prelate's still And suffer all this ill ye bishops of estates Should open the broad gates For your spiritual charge And comfort at large Like lanterns of light In the people's sight In pullpettes attentyke For the weal public Of priesthood in this case And always to chase Such manner of sysmatykes And half heretics That would intoxicate That would conquinate That would contemminate And that would violate And that would derogate And that would abrogate The church high estates After this manner rates The which should be Both frank and free And have their liberty And of antiquity It was ratefyed And also gratified By holy synodalles And bulls papalles As it is res certa Contained in magna Carta ¶ But master damian Or some other man That clerkly is and can Well scripture expound And texts ground His benefice worth ten pou 〈…〉 Or scant warth twenty ma And yet a noble clerk He must do this work As I know a part Some masters of art Some doctors of law Some lernde in other saw As in divinity That hath no dignity But the poor degree Of the university Or else Frederyck▪ Or else frere Dominike Or frere Hugulinus Or frere Agustinus Or frere Carmelus ●hat ghostly can heal us 〈…〉 ls if we may 〈…〉 frere grey 〈…〉 of the order 〈…〉 Grenewyche border 〈…〉 observance 〈…〉 frere of france 〈…〉 the poor scot 〈…〉 st come to his lot 〈…〉 te forth his shot 〈…〉 〈…〉 abvell busy de Bery 〈…〉 eil upon a ●●ry 〈…〉 would it should noted 〈…〉 scripture should be coted 〈…〉 clerkly promoted 〈…〉 the frere ●oted 〈…〉 Men say 〈…〉 ctoryte And your noble se And your bygnyte Should be imprinted better Than all the freres letter For if ye would take pain To preach a word or twain Though it were never so plain with clauses two or three So as they might be compendiously conveyed These word should be more weighed And better perceived And thankfully received And better should remain Among the people plain That would your words retain And rehearse them again Than a thousand thousand other That blaber bark and bloder And make a walshmans hose Of the text and of the gloze ¶ For protestation made That I shyll not wade Farther in this broke Nor farther for to look In devysyuge of this book But answer that I may For myself always Either analogice Or else cathagorice So that in divinity Doctors that learned be Nor bachelors of that faculty That hath taken degree In the university Shall not be objected for me But doctor bullatus Parum littteratus Domimas doctoratus At the broad gatus Doctor daupatus And bachelor bacheleratus Drunken as a mouse At the ale house Taketh his pyllyon and his cap At the good ale tap For lack of good wine As wise as Robin swine Under an notaries sign was made a divine As wise as waltonis calf Must preach a gods half In the pulpit solemnly More meet in a pillory For by saint hylary He can nothing smatter Of logic nor school matter Neither sylogy sare Nor of emptimeniare Nor knoweth his eloquens Nor his predicamen And yet he will well To amend the gospel And will preach and tell what they do in hell And he dare not well neven will know a Raven from a rail A quail, the rail & the old raven Sed libera nos a malo Amen. And by Dudum their clementine Against curates repine And say ꝓpreli they are sacerdotes To shrive assoil and reles Dame mergeres soul out of he'll But when the freare fell in the well he could not sing himself thereout But by the help of Christian clout Another clementyne also How frere fabian/ with other more Exivit de paradise When they again thither shall come De hoc petimus consilium And through all the world they go Wit Dirige and placebo But now my mind it understand Forth must take in hand To preach and withstand All manner of abiections For bishops have protections They say to do corrections But they have no afflictions To take the said dyrections In such manner of cases Men say they here no faces To occupy such places To sow the seed of graces Their hearts are so fainted And they be so attainted With covetous and ambition And other superstition That they be deaf and dumb And, play scylens and glum Can say nothing but mum They occupy them so With singing placebo They will no farther go They had liefer to please And take their worldly ease Than to take on hand Worship to withstand. Such temporal war & bat 〈…〉 As now is made of late Against holy church estate Or to maintain good quarrels The lay men call them barrels Full of gluttony And of hypocrisy That counterfeits and payntes As they were very saints In matters that them like They show them politic ¶ Pretending gravity And sygnyoryte With all solemnity For their indempnyte For they will have no loss Of a penny nor of a cross Of their predyall lands Thut cometh to their hands And as far as they dare set All is fish that cometh to the net Building royally Their mansions curiously With turrets and with towers With halls and with bowers stretching to the stars With glass windows & bars Hanging about the walls Clothes of gold and palles Arras of rich array Fresh as flowers in May With dame Dyana naked How lusty Venus quaked And how cupid shaked His dart and bend his bow For to shoot a crow At her tyrly tyrlowe And how Paris of Troy Danced a league de moy Made lusty sport and joy With dame Helyn the queen With such stories by dene Their chambres well be seen With triumphs of Cesar And of his pompeius war Of renown and of fame By them to get a name. ¶ How all the world stars How they ride in goodly chares Conveyed by elephants With lauryat garlantes And by unicorns With their seemly horns Upon these beasts riding Naked boys striding With wanton wenches winking Now truly to my thinking That is a speculation And a meet meditacynon For prelate's of estate Their courage to abate From worldly wantonness Their chamber thus todresse With such parfetnesse And all such holiness Howbeit they let down fall Their church's cathedral. ¶ Squire/ knight and lord Thus the church remorde With all temporal people They run against the steeple Tus talking and telling How some of you are melling Yet soft and fair for swelling Beware of a queens yelling It is a busy thing For one man to rule a ging Alone/ and make reckoning To govern over all And rule a realm royal By one man's Wit Fortune may chance to flit And when he weeneth so sit Yet may he miss the quysshon For I read a preposition Sum regibus amicare Et omnibus dominare Et supra te pravare Wherefore he hath good ure That can himself assure How fortune will endure Than let reason you support For the communalte That they have great wonder That we keep them so under Yet they marvel so much less For ye play so at the chess As they suppose and guess That some of you but late Hath played so checkmate With lords of great steate After such a cate That they shall mell nor make Nor upon them take For king nor kayser sake But at the pleasure of one That ruleth the rest alone ¶ alas/ I say alas How may this come to pass That a man shall here a mass And not so hardy on his heed To look on god in form of breed But that the parish clerk There upon must hark And grant him at his asking For to see the sacring And how may this accord No man to our sovereign lord So hardy to make suit Nor to execute His commandment Without the assent Of our president Nor to express to his parson Without your consentatyon Grant him his licence To preas to his presence Nor to speak to him secretly Openly nor privily Without his president be by Or else his substitute Whom he will depu●e Neither earl ne duke Permitted by saint Luke And by sweet saint Mark This is a wondrous work That the people talk this Some what there is amiss Y ᵉ devil can not stop their mouths But they will talk of such uncouthes All that ever they ken Against all spiritual men ¶ Whether it be wrong or right Or else for dyspyght Or how ever it hap Their tongues thus do clap And through such detraction They put you to your action And whether they say truly As they may abide thereby Or else that they do lie ye know better than I But now/ debatis scire And groundly audire In your convenire Of this premenire Or else in the mire They say they will you cast Therefore stand sure and fast Stand sure & take good foting And let be all your moting Your gazing and your toting And your partial promoting Of those that stand in your grace But old servants ye chase And put them out of their place Make ye no murmuration Though I write after this fashion Though I Colyn Clout Among the hole rout Of you that clerks be Take upon me Thus copiously to write I do it not for no despite Wherefore take no disdain At my style rude and plain for I rebuke no man That virtuous is why than wreak ye your anger on me for those that virtuous be Have no cause to say That I speak out of the way ¶ Of no good bishop speak I Nor good priest I escry Good frere/ nor good canon Good none/ nor good canon Good monk, nor good clerk Nor of no good work But my recounting is Of them that do amiss In speaking and rebelling In hindering and dysavayling highly church our mother One against another To use such desvysing Is all my hole writing To hinder no man As near as I can for no man have I named wherefore should I be blamed Ye ought to be ashamed Against me to be grieved And can not tell no cause why But that I write truly ¶ Then if any there be Of high or low degree Of the spiritualty Or of the temporalty That doth think or ween That his conscience be not clean And feeleth himself sick Or touched on the quick Such grace god them send Themself to amend For I will not pretend Any man to offend ¶ wherefore as thinketh me Great ydeottes they be And little grace they have This treatise to deprave Nor will hear no preaching Nor no virtuous teaching Nor will have no resyting Of any virtuous writing Will know none intelligence To reform their negligence But live still out of fashion To their own damnation To do shame they have no shame But they would no man should them blame They have an evil name But yet they will occupy the same ¶ With them the word of god Is counted for no rod They count it for a railing That nothing is availing The preachers with evil hailing Shall they daunt us prelate's That be their primates Not so hardy on their pates Hark how the lozel prates with a wide weasand Avaunt sir Guy of gaunt Avaunt lewd priest avaunt Avaunt sir doctor devyas Prate of thy matins & they mass And let our matters pass How darest thou daucocke mell How darest thou lozel alligate the gospel Against us of the counsel Avaunt to the devil of hell ¶ Take him wadeyne of the fleet Set him fast by the feet I say lieutenant of the tour Make this lurdeyne for to louvre Lodge him in little ease Feed him with beans and pease The kings bench or marshalsy Have him thither by and by The villain preacheth openly And declareth our villainy And of our free simpleness He says that we are reckless And full of wilfulness Shameless and merciless Incorrigible and merciless And after this rate Against us doth prate At Paul's cross or else where Openly at westmynstere And saint Mary spittle They set not by us a whistle At the Austen friars They count us for liars And at saint Thomas of acres They carp us like crackers Home we will rule all at will Without good reason or skill And say both that we be Full or paryalyte And how at a pronge We turn right into wrong Delay causes so long That right no man can fonge They say many matters be born By the right of a rambes' horn Is not this a shameful scorn To be teared thus and torn? ¶ Now may we thus endure wherefore we make you sure ye preachers shall be rawde Some shall be sawde As noble Ezechyas The holy prophet was And some of you shall die Like holy jeremy Some hanged/ some slain Some beaten to the brain And we will rule and rain And out matters maintain who dare say there again Or who dare disdain At your pleasure and will For be it good/ or be it ill As it is/ it shall be still For all master doctor of civil Or of divinity/ or doctor deyvyll Let him cough/ rough/ or snevyll Renne god run devil Renne who may run best And let take all the rest we set not a nut shell The way to heaven or to hell ¶ To/ this is the guise now a days It is to dread men says Lest they be seduces As they be said sayne which determine plain we should not rise again At dreadful domis day And so it seemeth they play which hate to be coreected when they be infected Nor will suffer this book By hook ne by croak printed for to be For that no man should see Nor read in any scrolls Of their drunken nolles Nor of their noddy poles Nor of their silly souls Nor of some witless pates Of divers great estates As well as other men Now to withdraw my pen And now a while to rest Me seemeth it for the best ¶ The forecastle of my ship Shall glide and smoothly slip Out of the waves would Of the stormy flood Shoot anchor and lie at road And sail not far a broad Till the cost be clear That the load star appear By ship now will I pere Toward the port savel Of our saviour jesus Such grace that he us send To rectyfye and amend Things that are amiss When that his pleasure is. ¶ amen. In opere imperfecto In opere semper perfecto Et in opere plusquam perfecto ¶ Imprinted at London by me richard keel dwelling in the poultry at the long shop under saint Myldredes. church. Skelton Poet.