A Coat-of-arms


A GREAT pretender to gentility

Came to a herald for his pedigree:

The herald, knowing what he was, begun

To rumble o'er his heraldry; which done,

Told him he was a gentleman of note,

And that he had a very glorious coat.

Prithee, what is 't? quoth he, and take your fees.

Sir, says the herald, 'tis two rampant trees,

One couchant; and, to give it further scope,

A ladder passant, and a pendent rope.

And, for a grace unto your blue-coat sleeves,

There is a bird i' th' crest that strangles thieves.



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