Who with the power, has all the wit.
Then shun, Oh! shun that wretched state,
And all the fawning flatterers hate;
Value yourselves, and men despise,
You must be proud, if you’ll be wise.
Fast and Loose.
Colin was married in all haste,
And now to rack doth run;
So knitting of himself too fast
He hath himself undone.