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,