Into much better manners by abundance.
Once the Clown at his entry [p. 121.]
Kist his golls to the Gentry:
When the Lady took upon her,
’Twas God save your Honor:
But now Lord and Pesant,
Do make but one messe on’t
Then farewel distinction ’twixt Plowman and Knight.
If the world be thus tost
The old Proverb is crost,