Smicker

No, his deep-reaching spirit could not brook The fond addiction to such vanity; Regardful of his honour he forsook The smicker use of court-humanity.

A smicker boy, a lither swain, Heigh ho, a smicker swain, That his love was wanton fain, […]

[…] Maskall, must you be smickering after wenches, while I am in calamity?

I gave him a questioning look and he hurled a pillow at me. “Who you a look pon^([sic]) so?” “Me baby father” He smickered.