XXII. 11.

Looby

a clown.

Let me now the vices trace, From his father’s scoundrel race. What could give the looby such airs? Were they masons? were they butchers?

TICKELL, Theristes or the Lordling, 23-26.

XXIII.

For a spirited, though coarse, version of this poem, see Cotton’s Poems, p. 608, ed. 1689.

6 Lathy.

On a lathy horse, all legs and length.

BROWNING, Flight of the Duchess, v. 21.