And that made Churchyard follow from his Porch,
Poor, ragged, torn, & tackt, alack, alack
You’d think his clothes were pinn’d upon his back.
The whole frame hung with pins, to mend which clothes,
In mirth they sent him to old Father Prose;
Of these sad Poets this way ran the stream,
And Decker followed after in a dream;
Rounce, Robble, Hobble, he that writ so high big[;]
Basse for a Ballad, John Shank for a Jig: [Wm. Basse.]
Sent by Ben Jonson, as some Authors say,