Shakespeare, 4th October

We cannot all be masters, nor all masters

Cannot be truly followed. You shall mark

Many a duteous and knee-crooking knave,

That, doting on his own obsequious bondage,

Wears out his time, much like his master's ass,

For naught but provender, and when he's old, cashier'd:

Whip me such honest knaves.

Othello, Act i., Sc. I.