For Naught So Vile That On The

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.

In The Modesty Of Fearful Duty, I Read As Much As From The Rattling Tongue Of Saucy And Audacious Eloquence.

Is This Government Of Britain's Isle, And This The Royalty Of Albion's King?

Time And The Hour Run Through The Roughest Day.

Forget, Forgive; Conclude, And Be Agreed.