The Crowd And Company.

Once on a Lord Mayor's Day, in Cheapside, when
Skulls could not well pass through that scum of men,
For quick despatch Skulls made no longer stay
Than but to breathe, and everyone gave way;
For, as he breathed, the people swore from thence
A fart flew out, or a sir-reverence.

The factions of the great ones call,
To side with them, the commons all.

Man is composed here of a twofold part;
The first of nature, and the next of art;
Art presupposes nature; nature, she
Prepares the way for man's docility.

Two things do make society to stand:
The first commerce is, and the next command.

We trust not to the multitude in war,
But to the stout, and those that skilful are.

How am I bound to Two! God, who doth give
The mind; the king, the means whereby I live.