Come The Three Corners Of The World

But Let The Frame Of Things Disjoint, Both The Worlds Suffer, Ere We Will Eat Our Meal In Fear, And Sleep In The Affliction Of These Terrible Dreams That Shake Us Nightly.

Like The Lily That Once Was Mistress Of The Field And Flourished, I'll Hang My Head And Perish.

To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles.

The King's Name Is A Tower Of Strength.

O Polished Perturbation! Golden Care! That Keep'st The Ports Of Slumber Open Wide To Many A Watchful Night.