My Love's A Noble Madness.

Mankind Is Ever The Same, And Nothing Lost Out Of Nature, Though Everything Is Altered.

The Poorest Of The Sex Have Still An Itch To Know Their Fortunes, Equal To The Rich. The Dairy-maid Inquires, If She Shall Take The Trusty Tailor, And The Cook Forsake.

Kings Fight For Empires, Madmen For Applause.

Freedom Which In No Other Land Will Thrive, Freedom An English Subject's Sole Prerogative.

…so When The Last And Dreadful Hour This Crumbling Pageant Shall Devour, The Trumpet Shall Be Heard On High, The Dead Shall Live, The Living Die, And Music Shall Untune The Sky