Ready To Go But Never To Return.

To Show Our Simple Skill, That Is The True Beginning Of Our End.

Rebellion In This Land Shall Lose His Sway, Meeting The Check Of Such Another Day.

Thus Did I Keep My Person Fresh And New, My Presence, Like A Robe Pontifical, Ne'er Seen But Wondered At, And So My State, Seldom But Sumptuous, Showed Like A Feast.

While We Lie Tumbling In The Hay.

One Man In His Time Plays Many Parts.