Four Inches by compass, the same doth allow.
Likewise it is forged of passing good Metal,
All of right Copper, the best in the Kettle;
For redness and Goodness the virtue is such,
That all other Metal it serveth to touch.
Old smug, nor the Tinker that made us so merry,
With their brave Noses more red than a Cherry;
None here to my Challenge can make a denial,
When my Nose cometh thus bravely to Tryal.
All Sing.