Thou Art A Castilian King Urinal!

The Fool Multitude, That Choose By Show, Not Learning More Than The Fond Eye Doth Teach.

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror.

Well, Heaven Forgive Him! And Forgive Us All! Some Rise By Sin, And Some By Virtue Fall: Some Run From Brakes Of Ice, And Answer None: And Some Condemned For A Fault Alone.

Cold Indeed, And Labor Lost: Then Farewell Heat, And Welcome Frost!

O Heaven! Were Man, But Constant, He Were Perfect.