Wednesday, July 03, 2019
Thy Courtesy Is But Small
The tanner hee tooke his good cowe-hide,
That of the cow was hilt;
And threwe it upon the king's sadèlle,
That was soe fayrelye gilte.
"Now help me up, thou fine fellòwe,
'Tis time that I were gone:
When I come home to Gyllian my wife,
Sheel say I am a gentilmon."
The king he tooke him up by the legge;
The tanner a f** lett fall;
Nowe marrye, goode fellowe, sayd the kyng,
Thy courtesye is but small.
Labels: noctes scatologicae