Things Won Are Done, Joy's Soul Lies

Fortune Reigns In Gifts Of The World.

Why, Thou Owest God A Death.

O England! Model To Thy Inward Greatness, Like Little Body With A Might Heart.

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.

With This Special Observance, That You O'erstep Not The Modesty Of Nature. For Anything So Overdone Is From The Purpose Of Playing, Whose End, Both At The First And Now, Was And Is, To Hold, As 'twere, The Mirror Up To Nature.