At the culprits of riches, with cold eyes and rank thoughts, who pick up profit out of all kinds of rubbish at this rabble that stinketh to heaven, At this gilded, falsified populace, whose fathers were pickpockets, or carrion crows, or rag pickers, with wives compliant, lewd and forgetful: for they are all of them not far different from harlots Populace above, populace below!