Have Patience, Heart.

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

Why, You Could Wake Up Dead Tomorrow

And Bear Unmov'd The Wrongs Of Base Mankind, The Last, And Hardest, Conquest Of The Mind.

...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/ And Every Sword Sang For Your Blood,/ You Could Make Off Still With Their Cows And Sheep.

There Is A Strength In The Even Of Very Sorry Men