’Twere fit to carry lions.
When I beheld it! Lord thought I,
What justice, truth, or equity,
Hath Lidford Castle hall;
Where every one that there doth stay,
Must first be hanged out of the way,
’Fore he can have his trial.
Prince Charles a hundred pounds hath sent,
To mend the leads and planchins wrent,
Within this living tomb,