Heaven Take My Soul, And England Keep

In Sweet Music Is Such Art: Killing Care And Grief Of Heart Fall Asleep, Or Hearing, Die.

In Peace There's Nothing So Becomes A Man As Modest Stillness And Humility.

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror.

Why, Then The World ’s Mine Oyster, Which I With Sword Will Open.

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!