What feather’d fowle is this that doth approach

As if it were an Estredge in a Coach?

Three yards of feather round about her hat,

And in her hand a bable like to that:

As full of Birdes attire, as Owle, or Goose,

And like unto her gowne, her selfe seemes loose.

Cri’ye mercie Ladie, lewdnes are you there?

Light feather’d stuffe befits you best to weare.