Oh, To Be In England Now That

Just For A Handful Of Silver He Left Us, Just For A Riband To Stick In His Coat.

No Thought Which Ever Stirred A Human Breast Should Be Untold.

Where The Heart Lies, Let The Brain Lie Also.

Go In Thy Native Innocence, Rely On What Thou Hast Of Virtue, Summon All, For God Towards Thee Hath Done His Part, Do Thine.

The Curious Crime, The Fine Felicity And Flower Of Wickedness.