I can’t complain, whose ancestors are there,
Erneis, Radulphus—eight-and-forty manors
(If that my memory doth not greatly err)
Were their reward for following Billy’s banners:
And though I can’t help thinking ’twas scarce fair
To strip the Saxons of their hides like tanners;
Yet as they founded churches with the produce,
You’ll deem, no doubt, they put it to a good use.