In God's Name Cheerly On, Courageous Friends,

You, And Your Lady, Take From My Heart All Thankfulness!

My Hounds Are Bred Out Of The Spartan Kind; So Flew'd, So Sanded; Their Heads Are Hung With Ears That Sweep Away The Morning Dew.

I Love Thee, And It Is My Love That Speaks

I Can Express No Kinder Sign Of Love, Than This Kind Kiss.

She Is Your Treasure, She Must Have A Husband; I Must Dance Bare-foot On Her Wedding Day, And, For Your Love To Her, Lead Apes In Hell.