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  Proud Lord Willoughby,
  Lord High Chancellor,
  Laughed both loud and free;
“I’ll serve Your Majesty till I die—
  As Lord Chancellor, not as spy
  To peep from lattices; no, not I,
  Never, never, never,” quoth he.

  Good King Hilary
  Looked at his Chancellor
  (Proud Lord Willoughby,
  Lord High Chancellor):
  He said no word
  To his stiff-set Chancellor,
  But ran to the wicket-gate
  To see who was knocking.
  He found no rich man
  Trading from Araby;
  He found no captain,
  Blue-eyed, weather-tanned;
  He found no waiting-maid
  Sent by her mistress;
  But only a beggarman
  With one red stocking.

  Good King Hilary
  Looked at the beggarman,
  And laughed him three times three;