For somewhat in that noble frame I saw,
Which, or a father, or a king can awe.
"The Norwich Loyal Litany:"
But may the beauteous youth come home,
And do the thing that's fit,
Or I must tell that Absalom,
He has more hair than wit.
May he be wise, and soon expell
The old fox, th' old fawning elf;
The time draws near, Achitophel