They That Stand High Have Many Blasts

What Win I, If I Gain The Thing I Seek? A Dream, A Breath, A Froth Of Fleeting Joy. Who Buys A Minute's Mirth To Wail A Week? Or Sells Eternity To Get A Toy? For One Sweet Grape Who Will The Vine Destroy? Or What Fond Beggar, But To Touch The Crown, Would With The Sceptre Straight Be Strucken Down?

To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles.

Tis No Sin For A Man To Labor In His Vocation.

Is This Government Of Britain's Isle, And This The Royalty Of Albion's King?

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.