And let me rede you, Mr. Barry
Not all your arms of John, Dick, Harry
Plantagenet, or Tudor;
Nor your projections, or your niches
Affluent of crowns and sculptile riches
Will scare the foul intruder
He'll care not for your harp a whistle
Nor lion, horse, rose, shamrock, thistle
Horn'd head, or Honi soit;
Nor puppy-griffs, though doubtless meant