With Raynes and Cipres,
That haue so many miters!
And yett ye be but mychers.
Youe weere littell hattes,
Myters, and square capps,
Decked with flye flappes,
With many prety knackes,
Like Turkes of Tartary,
Moores, or men of Moscovye,
Or lyke bugges of Arraby,