Heaven Take My Soul, And England Keep

When Griping Grief The Heart Doth Wound, And Doleful Dumps The Mind Opresses, Then Music, With Her Silver Sound, With Speedy Help Doth Lend Redress.

Faster Than Spring-time Showers Comes Thought On Thought.

Is He On His Horse? O Happy Horse, To Bear The Weight Of Antony!

I'll Be Damned For Never A King's Son In Christendom.

For This Relief, Much Thanks