Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield,

Call Me What Instrument You Will, Though You Can Fret Me, You Cannot Play Upon Me.

There's Villainous News Abroad.

No Villainous Bounty Yet Hath Passed My Heart; Unwisely, Not Ignobly, Have I Given.

It Is Held That Valor Is The Chiefest Virtue, And Most Dignifies The Haver.

Care For Us! True, Indeed! They Ne'er Cared For Us Yet: Suffer Us To Famish, And Their Storehouses Crammed With Grain; Make Edicts For Usury, To Support Usurers; Repeal Daily Any Wholesome Act Established Against The Rich, And Provide More Piercing Statutes Daily To Chain Up And Restrain The Poor. If The Wars Eat Us Not Up, They Will; And There's All The Love They Bear Us.