I am half afraid you'll stutter in the mass.
4010Gramercy, lovely pots, and nimble Ganymedes,
That brought more water than what holy was.
Well, saucy tinker, well, pray finger you your brass,
And let the monks alone, 'lone, they'll finger well the mass.
Pray, Gaffer Cowlists, why are ye so bald
To cool your pia maters in a sweat?
Or did the water your wise noddles scald,
Which your devotions and hot zeal did heat?
Or are ye given unto Venus play?