A Roll Of Parchment Clunn About Him Bears, Charg'D With The Arms Of All His Ancestors: And Seems Half Ravish'D, When He Looks Upon That Bar, This Bend; That Fess, This Cheveron; This Manch, That Moon; This Martlet, And That Mound; This Counterchange Of Pearl And Diamond. What Joy Can Clunn Have In That Coat, Or This, Whenas His Own Still Out At Elbows Is?