Quoth he, “Ye have good neede of help, the Fogge doth enter heere.
“I ventylate and drayne the House, and keep it sweet and cool.”
Cryed every man, “Who’ll stay the Fogge?” Quoth bold Percy, “I wool!”
“Now bless thee, Doctor Percy!” cry the Commons with a cheer,
“If thou the Fogge shall set at naught all in Westministeere;
“And if with cotton-wool thou pluggest cranny, hole, and crack,
The Lords we’ll dysestablyshe, and to thee give the Woolsàck.”
Stout Percy sniff’d a pynche of snuff, all of the olden schoole.
Quoth he, “And if I fayle I’ll get the Sack without the Wool.
“Natheless the cotton-wool I’ll try; my very best I’ll do.”