Calcutta nr. 164
These folk are all ridiculous asses
They are full of fire & empty inside like a drum
If you wish them to kiss your hands & feet
Acquire a good name for they are the slaves of fame.
All asses these people of ours, wellaway! are;
Loud-sounding and hollow, like kettledrums, théy are:
Wouldst thou have them the sole of thy feet kiss, good name get;
For the bondmen of hearsay the folk of the day are.
These folks are sorry asses all the same,
Skins full of emptiness like drums, a name
Acquire, if you would have them kiss your foot.
For they are all the very slaves of fame.