I Never See Thy Face But I

Death Where Is Thy Sting? Love, Where Is Thy Glory?

An Honest Tale Speeds Best Being Plainly Told.

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'd Shore, So Do Our Minutes, Hasten To Their End.

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror, But When It First Did Help To Wound Itself. Now These Her Princes Are Come Home Again, Come The Three Corners Of The World In Arms, And We Shall Shock Them. Nought Shall Make Us Rue, If England To Itself Do Rest But True.