O Jest Unseen, Inscrutable, Invisible, As A

Heaven Is Above All Yet; There Sits A Judge, That No King Can Corrupt.

Heaven Take My Soul, And England Keep My Bones!

Man, Proud Man, Drest In A Little Brief Authority, Most Ignorant Of What He's Most Assur D, Glassy Essence, Like An Angry Ape, Plays Such Fantastic Tricks Before High Heaven, As Make The Angels Weep.

Because I Cannot Flatter And Look Fair, Smile In Men's Faces, Smooth, Deceive, And Cog, Duck With French Nods And Apish Courtesy, I Must Be Held A Rancorous Enemy.

'tis The Soldier's Life To Have Their Balmy Slumbers Waked With Strife.