When honour calls me, all I want in blood.
Put off your giant titles, then I can
Stand in your judgement's blank an equal man.
Though hills advanced are above the plain,
They are but higher earth, nor must disdain
Alliance with the vale: we see a spade
Can level them, and make a mount a glade.
Howe'er we differ in the Heralds' book,
60He that mankind's extraction shall look
In Nature's rolls, must grant we all agree