Like to John Dory in the Song,
Upon a holy Tyde,
Where I an ambling Nag did get,
I hope he is not paid for yet,
I spurr’d him on each side.
First, to Saint Dennis then I came,
To see the sights at Nostredame,
The man that shews them snaffles:
That who so list, may there believe
To see the Virgin Maries Sleeve,