Epigram.
Pra’y by your leave, make moūsieur humors roome
That oft hath walk’d about Duke Humphries tombe
And sat amongst the Knights to see a play,
And gone in’s suite of Sattin ev’ry day,
And had his hat display a bushie plume,
And’s verie beard deliver forth perfume.
But when was this? aske Frier Bacons head