Metchosin:

Thou hast bravely write; wouds't thou would tell,
An' bold gnus purpose swell,
How he would find the fit of it
And of his news discharge it. Mum's the word
That lets the dexterous hand best free the bird
Of such irksome swellings!
No gnus, good gnus? Oh, shame
For it would prosper much, in oft retelling!