He knew what 's what, and that 's as high As metaphysic wit can fly. - Samuel Butler

I 'll make the fur
Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur.

Shall we that in the Cov'nant swore, Each man of us to run before Another, still in Reformation, Give dogs and bears a dispensation? How will Dissenting Brethren relish it? What will malignants say? videlicet, That each man Swore to do his best, To damn and perjure all the rest! And bid the Devil take the hin'most, Which at this race is like to win most.

When pious frauds and holy shifts
Are dispensations and gifts.