Poetry. John Skelton

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Not in other eds.

      [458] vatem] Eds. “latem.”

      [459] cecini] Eds. “pocecini.”

      [468] Inferias] So ibid. Eds. “Infera” and “Inferia.”

      [469] tuas] So ibid. Not in eds.

      [470] petiit] Other eds. “persit.”

      [471] pudet] Other eds. “puder.”

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      Tell you I chyll,

      If that ye wyll

      A whyle be styll,

      Of a comely gyll

      That dwelt on a hyll:

      But she is not gryll,

      For she is somwhat sage

      And well worne in age;

      For her vysage

      It would aswage 10

      A mannes courage.

      Her lothely lere

      Is nothynge clere,

      But vgly of chere,

      Droupy and drowsy,

      Scuruy and lowsy;

      Her face all bowsy,

      Comely crynklyd,

      Woundersly wrynkled,

      Lyke a rost pygges eare, 20

      Brystled wyth here.

      Her lewde lyppes twayne,

      They slauer, men sayne,

      Lyke a ropy rayne,

      A gummy glayre:

      She is vgly fayre;

      Her nose somdele hoked,

      And camously croked,

      Neuer stoppynge,

      But euer droppynge; 30

      Her skynne lose and slacke,

      Grained[475] lyke a sacke;

      With a croked backe.

      Her eyen gowndy

      Are full vnsowndy,

      For they are blered;

      And she gray hered;

      Jawed lyke a jetty;

      A man would haue pytty

      To se how she is gumbed, 40

      Fyngered and thumbed,

      Gently ioynted,

      Gresed and annoynted

      Vp to the knockels;

      The bones [of] her huckels[476]

      Lyke as they were with buckels[477]

      Togyther

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