Let not mercy and truth forsake thee: bind them about thy neck; write them upon the table of thine heart:

I hung to th’ Sea god, after strange beseeches, My doublet wringing wet, and cod-piec’t breeches.

Prior to the onset of technological innovations and new pro-competitive regulatory policies, Bellheads enjoyed the ability to manage change and to plan for the future at a leisurely pace.

[…] the suppression of private enterprise and the gradual drift towards a libertyless industrial feudalism.