XXII. 11.
Looby
a clown.
Let me now the vices trace,
From his father's scoundrel race.
What could give the looby such airs?
Were they masons? were they butchers?
Tickell, Theristes or the Lordling, 23-26.
XXIII.
For a spirited, though coarse, version of this poem, see Cotton's Poems, p. 608, ed. 1689.
6 Lathy.
On a lathy horse, all legs and length.
Browning, Flight of the Duchess, v. 21.