And Joseph’s coat would pale before
The blazon’d coat-of-arms he bore,
The arms of his old ancestor,
One Godfrey Beane, “who crossed, you know,
About two hundred years ago.”
He had it stamped, engraved, embossed,
Without the least regard to cost,
Upon his house, upon his gate,
Upon his table-cloth, his plate,
Upon his knocker, and his mat,