And Oliver came forth NOLL.

Yet old Queen Madge, (43)
Though things do not fadge,
Will serve to be queen of a May-pole;
Two Princes of Wales, (44)
For Whitsun-ales,
And her grace, Maid Marion Claypole. (45)

In a robe of cow hide
Sat yeasty Pride, (46)
With his dagger and his sling;
He was the pertinenst peer
Of all that were there,
T' advise with such a king.

A great philosopher
Had a goose for his lover
That follow'd him day and night:
If it be a true story,
Or but an allegory,
It may be both ways right.

Strickland (47) and his son,
Both cast into one,
Were meant for a single baron;
But when they came to sit,
There was not wit
Enough in them both to serve for one.