Omittance Is No Quittance.

Thou Canst Not Speak Of What Thou Dost Not Feel.

Up And Down, Up And Down I Will Lead Them Up And Down I Am Feared In Field In Town Goblin, Lead Them Up And Down

It Was Always Yet The Trick Of Our English Nation, If They Have A Good Thing, To Make It Too Common.

They Whose Guilt Within Their Bosom Lies, Imagine Every Eye Beholds Their Blame.

My Rage Is Gone, And I Am Struck With Sorrow. Take Him Up. Help, Three O' Th' Chiefest Soldiers; I'll Be One. Beat Thou The Drum, That It Speaks Mournfully, Trail Your Steel Spikes. Though In This City He Hath Widowed And Unchilded Many A One, Which To This Hour Bewail The Injury, Yet He Shall Have A Noble Memory. Assist.