spake a voice soft and wondrous sweet to hear; and, so speaking, the shining figure raised the vizor of its helm.

Now Universal England getteth drunk For joy that Charles, her monarch, is restored: And she, that sometime wore a saintly mask, The stale-grown vizor from her face doth pluck, And weareth now a suit of morris bells, With which she jingling goes through all her towns and villages.