Be England What She Will, With All

Be England What She Will, With All Her Faults She Is My Country Still.

The Laws I Love; The Lawyers I Suspect.

Who, With Tame Cowardice Familiar Grown, Would Hear My Thoughts, But Fear To Speak Their Own.

With That Malignant Envy Which Turns Pale, And Sickens, Even If A Friend Prevail.

The Danger Chiefly Lies In Acting Well; No Crime's So Great As Daring To Excel.