"Bold of your worthiness, we single you
As our best-moving fair solicitor."
Love's Labour's Lost, Act II., Sc. 1.
THE LAY OF THE LITTLE MINORITY.
Air—"Little Buttercup."
I'm bumptious Minority—cocky Minority
(Though I can hardly tell why),
My work is to worry poor weary Majority,
Giving him one in the eye.