Thou Art The Best O' The Cut-throats

Be Lion-mettled, Proud, And Take No Care Who Chafes, Who Frets, Or Where Conspirers Are!

Make Less Thy Body Hence, And More Thy Grace. Leave Gormandizing.

Can I Go Forward When My Heart Is Here? Turn Back, Dull Earth, And Find Thy Centre Out.

O Braggart Vile And Damned Furious Wight!

O You Beast! I'll So Maul You And Your Toasting-iron, That You Shall Think The Devil Is Come From Hell.