The New Breed of Internet Geek, proclaims a caption, Rockstar Webpreneur.

Their nakedneſſe with ſackcloth let them hide, / And mue the veſt'ments of their ſilken pride; […]

I may – I forget now – have suffixed it slightly; with a well-rounded 'Stuff you!' or 'But my car, you bastard!'. But then again, surely not. This was my boss, after all. More likely I would have said something more prissy, like 'Oh, really It may be only a car to you,' etc., before dissolving, which was what I actually did, into a flurry of impotent fury and tears.

The wind was right under the land, the tide unfavorable.