"Fools?" cried the mayor, abash'd, confounded,
"Fools?" cried the aldermen, astounded.
"Yes, fools apiece, fools altogether,"
Replied the wicked wag;
"Fools, fools," he cried, "fools of one feather,
I'll let the cat out o' the bag,
This letter ne'er was writ by Granville,
But forged on quite another anvil.
'Tis neither frank'd nor does the seal display
A coat of arms magnificent and gay.