Blind brutal Boy that with thy bou abuses
Leill leisome Love by Lechery and lust,
Judge Jackanapis and Jougler maist unjust
If in thy rageing resone thou refuises;
To be thy chiftanes changers ay thou chuisis
To beir thy baner, so they be robust.
Fals Tratur Turk betrayer under trust
Why maks thou Makrels of the Modest Muses?
Art thou a God; no, bot a Gok disguysit,
A bluiter buskit lyk a belly blind,
With wings and quaver waving with the wind,
A plane playmear for Vanitie devysit.
Thou art a stirk for all thy staitly stylis
And these good Geese whom sik a God begylis.