By That Sin Fell The Angels.

Sir, In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting That Would Not Let Me Sleep.

Every Man Has A Bag Hanging Before Him, In Which He Puts His Neighbour's Faults, And Another Behind Him In Which He Stows His Own.

Thyself Shall See The Act; For, As Thou Urgest Justice, Be Assured Thou Shalt Have Justice, More Than Thou Desir'st.

If Ever Thou Be'st Bound In Thy Scarf And Beaten, Thou Shalt Find What It Is To Be Proud Of Thy Bondage.

Good Old Grandsire ... We Shall Be Joyful Of Thy Company.