Why should any man complain disturb his heart and brain at this new alteration,

This being done’s no more then that’s been done before,

And shall be done again, as long as there’s ambitious men,

Who strive for domination

  So we must indeed be made a starveling steed,

For all in turn who will ride us,

No matter who you pick, both ride with spur and switch

 For they’ll not feed nor guide us

The wit which roots all things, pulls down and sets up kings

Will not presume to judge them.

We stay fast at home, and heaven help the slack brained mome.

That thinks with right to gain his own