“O, when degree is shaked, Which is the ladder of all highdesigns, The enterprise is sick. How could communities, Degrees in schools, and brotherhoods in cities, Peaceful commerce from dividable shores, The primogeniture and due ofbirth, Prerogative of age, crowns, scepters, laurels, But by degree stand in authentic place? Take but degree away, untunethat string, And hark what discord follows. Each thing meets In mere oppugnancy.”