On Donne's Poem "To a Flea"

Be proud as Spaniards! Leap for pride ye Fleas!Henceforth in Nature's mimic World grandees.In Phœbus' archives registered are ye,And this your patent of Nobility.No skip-Jacks now, nor civiller skip-Johns,Dread Anthropophagi! specks of living bronze,I hail you one and all, sans Pros or Cons,Descendants from a noble race of Dons.What tho' that great ancestral Flea be gone,Immortal with immortalising Donne,His earthly spots bleached off a Papist's gloze,In purgatory fire on Bardolph's nose.