Sayn, other the fat from their beards doen lick:
For big bulls of Bashan brace them about,
That with their horns butten the more stout;
But the lean souls treaden under foot,
And to seek redress might little boot;
For liker be they to pluck away more,
Than ought of the gotten good to restore:
For they be like foul quagmires overgrass'd,
That, if thy galage once sticketh fast,
The more to wind it out thou dost swink,