Would yield th’ assessment made.
The taxing-man, with grim viságe
Came pricking on the way;
The taxing-man, with wrothful words,
Thus to the Duke did say:
“Lord Duke, Lord Duke, thou’st hid from me,
As sure as I’m alive,
Of goodly palfreys seventeen,
Of varlets twenty-five”.
Then out he drew his gray goose quill,