For  so  good  clothes  ne'er  lay  in  stable,
Upon  a  lock  of  hay.
No  carpenter  could  by  his  trade

Gain  so  much  coin  as  to  have  made

A  gown  of  so  rich  stuff ;

Yet  they,  poor  souls,  think  for  their  credit.
That  they  belicTe  old  Joseph  did  it,

'Cause  he  deeerv'd  enough.
There  is  one  of  the  cross's  nails,
Whidi  whoso  sees  his  bonnet  Tails,     »
And,  if  he  will,  may  kneel ;
Some  say  'twas  false,  'twas  never  so,
Yet,  feeling  it,  thus  much  I  know.
It  is  as  true  as  steel.
There  is  a  lanthom  which  the  Jews,
When  Judas  led  them  forth,  did  use.
It  wei^s  my  weight  down  right ;
But  to  believe  it,  you  must  think
The  Jews  did  put  a  candle  in't.
And  then  'twas  very  light

Tliere's  one  saint  there  hath  lost  his  nose,
Another  's  head,  but  not  his  toes.
His  elbow  and  his  thumb  ;
Bat  when  that  we  had  seen  the  n^s,
We  went  to  tii*  inn  and  took  our  nags,
And  so  away  did  oome.
We  came  to  Paris,  on  the  Seine,
Tis  wondrous  fair,  'tis  nothing  clean,
'Tis  Europe's  greatest  town  ;
How  strong  it  is  I  need  not  tell  it.
For  all  the  world  may  easily  smell  it.
That  walk  it  up  and  down.
There  many  strange  tilings  are  to  see.
The  palace  and  great  gallery.
The  Place  Royal  doth  excel.
The  New  Bridge,  and  the  statues  there.
At  Notre  Dame  St.  Q.  Pater,

The  steeple  bears  the  bell.
For  learning  the  University,
And  for  old  clothes  the  Frippery,
The  house  the  queen  did  build.
St.  Innocence,  whose  earth  devours
Dead  corps  in  four  and  twenty  hours.
And  there  the  king  was  kill'd.
The  Bastile  and  St.  Denis  street.
