O That Men's Ears Should Be To

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

O Heresy In Fair, Fit For These Days, A Giving Hand, Though Foul, Shall Have Fair Praise.

In That Small [time] Most Greatly Lived This Star Of England: Fortune Made His Sword, By Which The World's Best Garden He Achiev'd And Left It To His Son Imperial Lord. Henry The Sixth, In Infant Bands Crown'd King Of France And England Did This King Succeed; Whose State So Many Of Had The Managing, That They Lost France And Made His England Bleed.

Out, Out, Brief Candle! Life's But A Walking Shadow.

Now Join Your Hands, And With Your Hands Your Hearts.