Evermore Thanks, The Exchequer Of The Poor

Remember Thee! Ay, Thou Poor Ghost, While Memory Holds A Seat In This Distracted Globe.

It Is Great To Do That Thing That Ends All Other Deeds, Which Shackles Accidents And Bolts Up Change.

But When I Came, Alas, To Wive, With Hey, Ho, The Wind And The Rain, By Swaggering Could I Never Thrive, For The Rain It Raineth Every Day.

To Mingle Friendship Far Is Mingling Bloods.

Cry Havoc And Let Slip The Dogs Of War!