Such As We Are Made Of, Such

God Defend Me From That Welsh Fairy, Lest He Transform Me To A Piece Of Cheese!

What Drink'st Thou Oft, Instead Of Homage Sweet, But Poisoned Flattery?

Ay, But To Die, And Go We Know Not Where.

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror.

The Will Is Infinite And The Execution Confin'd, The Desire Is Boundless And The Act A Slave To Limit.