Tho' Ruth was forc'd to scamper.
And if the Truth of this you doubt,
The Overseers can make it out.
The Man of Honour: Or, the Unconstant
World turn'd upside down: To the foregoing Tune.
HOW is the World transform'd of late,
In Country, Court, and City;
As if we were decreed by Fate,
To sing a mournful Ditty: