Quotes from John Skelton

I say, thou mad March hare.

The wolf from the door.

Maid, widow, or wife.

Old proverb says, That bird is not honest That filleth his own nest.

He ruleth all the roost.

For though my rhyme be ragged, Tattered and jagged, Rudely rain-beaten, Rusty and moth-eaten, If ye take well therewith, It hath in it some pith.