So Distribution Should Undo Excess, And Each

Many Strokes, Though With A Little Axe, Hew Down And Fell The Hardest-timber'd Oak.

Well, Whiles I Am A Beggar, I Will Rail, And Say There Is No Sin But To Be Rich; And Being Rich, My Virtue Then Shall Be To Say There Is No Vice But Beggary

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late!

With These Shreds They Vented Their Complainings, Which Being Answered And A Petition Granted Them, A Strange One, To Break The Heart Of Generosity, And Make Bold Power Look Pale, They Threw Their Caps As They Would Hang Them On The Horns O' Th' Moon, Shouting Their Emulation.