And wrapt him in her smock.”
See a little poem in his Works, viii. 185. ed. Todd.
v. 595. Lenger] i. e. Longer.
v. 600.
—— the prety wren,
That is our Ladyes hen]
So in a poem (attributed, on no authority, to Skelton) entitled Armony of Byrdes, n. d., and reprinted entire in Typogr. Antiq. iv. 380. ed. Dibdin;
“Than sayd the wren
I am called the hen
Of our lady most cumly.”