And if they say, “They will be shot
Ere they support me,” why repine?
The asses surely will be true,
And they are neither far nor few.
Were I fastidious, I might tout
Among the great ones of the land;
Give me the lubbard and the lout,
Who bargain not to understand,
One vote as t’other’s just as good,
And all heads count, although of wood.