Upon our knees vayle Hats to honour thee:

And if no honour’s due, tell us whose pate

Thou basely coveredst, and we’l joyntly hate:

Let’s know his name, that we may shew neglect;

If otherwise, we’l kiss thee with respect.

Say, didst thou cover Noll’s old brazen head,

Which on the top of Westminster high Lead {103}

Stands on a Pole, erected to the sky,

As a grand Trophy to his memory.

From his perfidious skull didst thou fall down,