Good Morning To You, Fair And Gracious

What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak 'em Fair?

His Words Are Bonds, His Oaths Are Oracles; His Love Sincere, His Thoughts Immaculate; His Tears Pure Messengers Sent From His Heart; His Heart As Far From Fraud, As Heaven From Earth

He That Loves To Be Flattered Is Worthy O' The Flatterer.

Who Is So Firm That Can't Be Seduced?

Either Our History Shall With Full Mouth Speak Freely Of Our Acts, Or Else Our Grave, Like Turkish Mute, Shall Have A Tongueless Mouth, Not Worshipped With A Waxen Epitaph.