To Be Honest, As This World Goes,

Shall We Upon The Footing Of Our Land Send Fair-play Orders, And Make Compromise, Insinuation, Parley, And Base Truce, To Arms Invasive?

If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It Will Feed My Revenge.

Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

Abate The Edge Of Traitors, Gracious Lord, That Would Reduce These Bloody Days Again And Make Poor England Weep In Streams Of Blood! Let Them Not Live To Taste This Land's Increase That Would With Treason Wound This Fair Land's Peace! Now Civil Wounds Are Stopped, Peace Lives Again: That She May Long Live Here, God Say Amen!

Now He'll Outstare The Lightning. To Be Furious Is To Be Frightened Out Of Fear.