But that metaphora, allegoria with all,
Shall be his protectyon, his pauys, and his wall.
For Parot is no churlish chowgh, nor no flekyd pye,
Parrot is no pendugum, that men call a carlyng, 210
Parrot is no woodecocke, nor no butterfly,
Parrot is no stameryng stare, that men call a starlyng;
But Parot is my[71] owne dere harte and my dere[72] derling;
Melpomene, that fayre mayde, she burneshed his beke:
I pray you, let Parrot haue lyberte to speke.
Parrot is a fayre byrd for a lady;