An old gate's iron fleurs-de-lis
Shut upon Simkin's last diversions.
The garden crossed, the door stands wide,
And, pouting like a wronged immortal,
But passive as a Roman bride,
Simkin is lifted through the portal.
A BALLAD OF LORDS AND LADIES
"At Wycombe County Court ...
as Lords and Lady of the Manor of Turville ..."