Thou Sodden-witted Lord! Thou Hast No More

I Bear A Charmed Life.

As For My Wife, I Would You Had Her Spirit In Such Another; The Third O' Th' World Is Yours, Which With A Snaffle You May Pace Easy, But Not Such A Wife.

And Either Victory, Or Else A Grave.

God Grant Us Patience!

There's No More Faith In Thee Than In A Stewed Prune.