And said, I am she, Sir, pray what would you have?
I'm come, quoth the Taylor, your Love for to crave;
She open'd the door, and bid him welcome in,
And then to his Courting he straight did begin.
The Taylor went on with a noble good grace,
Like one of much Courage his Love to Embrace;
Thought he, with a Fortune I now shall be blest,
But, listen, I pray, to the Cream of the Jest:
She pull'd off her Vizor, and turn'd her about,
And straightway the Taylor beheld her long Snout;