Perseverance, My Dear Lord. Keeps Honour Bright.

If It Be You That Stirs These Daughters' Hearts Against Their Father, Fool Me Not So Much To Bear It Tamely; Touch Me With Noble Anger, And Let Not Women's Weapons, Water Drops, Stain My Man's Cheeks.

Let Me Be Ignorant, And In Nothing Good, But Graciously To Know I Am No Better.

He's Of The Colour Of The Nutmeg. And Of The Heat Of The Ginger.... He Is Pure Air And Fire; And The Dull Elements Of Earth And Water Never Appear In Him, But Only In Patient Stillness While His Rider Mounts Him; He Is Indeed A Horse, And All Other Jades You May Call Beasts.

We Go To Gain A Little Patch Of Ground That Hath In It No Profit But The Name.

Here Comes A Pair Of Very Strange Beasts, Which In All Tongues Are Called Fools.