ABSTRACT
[Sir Thomas] More: Grant them removed, and grant that this your noise Had chid down all the majesty of England: Imagine that you see the wretched strangers, Their babies at their backs and their poor luggage, Plodding to the ports and coasts for transportation, And that you sit as kings in your desires, Authority quite silenced by your brawl, And you in ruff of your opinions clothed: What had you got? I'll tell you, You had thout How insolence and strong hand should prevail, How order should be quelled: and by this pattern Not one of you should live an aged man, For other ruffians as their fancies wrought With self same hand, self reasons, and self right, Would shark on you, and men like ravenous fishes, Would feed one on another. Shakespeare, Sir Thomas More 1
