In Victory, The Hero Seeks The Glory,

In Shame There Is No Comfort But To Be Beyond All Bounds Of Shame.

Come Sleep! Oh Sleep, The Certain Knot Of Peace, The Baiting-place Of Wit, The Balm Of Woe, The Poor Man's Wealth, The Prisoner's Release, The Indifferent Judge Between The High And Low.

The Observances Of The Church Concerning Feasts And Fasts Are Tolerably Well Kept, Since The Rich Keep The Feasts And The Poor The Fasts.

I Seek No Better Warrant Than My Own, Conscience.

God Has Appointed Us Captains Of This Our Bodily Fort, Which, Without Treason To That Majesty, Are Never To Be Delivered Over Till They Are Demanded.