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Yet, to believe it, you must think40
The Jews did put a candle in 't;
And then 'twas wonderous light.
There's one saint there did lose his nose,
Another 's head, another 's toes,
An elbow and a thumb.45
But, when we had seen these holy rags,
We went to our inn, and took our nags,
And so away did come.
I came to Paris on the Seine;
'Twas wonderous fair, but little clean:50
'Tis Europe's greatest town.
How strange it is, I need not tell it,
For all the world may eas'liest smell it,
As they pass up and down.
There's many strange things for to see—55
The Palace, the great Gallery;
Place Royal doth excel;
The new bridge and the statue there:
At Notre Dame, St. Christopher,
The steeple bears the bell.60
For learning the University,
And for old clothes the Frippary—
That house the queen did build;
St. Innocent, whose teeth devours
Dead corpse in four-and-twenty hours—65
And there the king was kill'd.
The Basteen and St. Denis Street;
The Spital, like to London Fleet;
The Arsenal, no toy.
But, if you'll see the prettiest thing,70
You must go to court, and see the king:
O, 'tis a hopeful boy!
For he by all his dukes and peers
Is reverenced for wit as much as years:
Nor may you think it much;75
For he with little switch can play,
And can make fine dirt-pies of clay—
O, never king made such!
A bird, that can but kill a fly,
Or prates, doth please his Majesty,80
'Tis known to every one:
The Duke of Guise gave him a parrot;
And he had twenty cannons for it,
And a great galleon.