By base Mechanicks now art tumbled down,

Brewers and Coblers, that have scarce an Eye,

Walk hand in hand an thy Supremacy;

And all those Courts where Majesty did Throne,

Are now the Seats for Oliver and Ioan: {85}

Persons of Honour, which did before inherit

Their glorious Titles from deserved merit,

Are all grown silent, and with wonder gaze,

To view such Slaves drest in their Courtly rayes;

To see a Drayman that knows nought but Yeast,