To his parent he bow’d, and now penitent groan,
Cried “Thy strength and my empty pretences I own,
“In vain were my hopes to supplant thee on earth,
“And immortal, O mother, thou art in thy birth!
“As now you behold me in penitence sunk,
“Take all my Romances, nay, take too my Monk;
“But leave me, since thus I acknowledge my crime,
“My epilogues, sonnets, and lady-like rhyme.”
Mother Goose, as her son was in penitence sunk,
Took all his Romances, but took, too, his Monk;