Sit By My Side, And Let The

Thus Have I, Wall, My Part Discharged So; And, Being Done, Thus Wall Away Doth Go.

But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.

When Once Our Grace We Have Forgot, Nothing Goes Right.

Thou Weedy Elf-skinned Canker-blossom!

Shall We Upon The Footing Of Our Land Send Fair-play Orders, And Make Compromise, Insinuation, Parley, And Base Truce, To Arms Invasive?