Truth Is Truth To The End Of

I Am Never Merry When I Hear Sweet Music.

This Day I Breathed First: Time Is Come Round, And Where I Did Begin There Shall I End; My Life Is Run His Compass.

There Is Throats To Be Cut, And Works To Be Done.

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

And Gentlemen In England Now-a-bed Shall Think Themselves Accurs'd They Were Not Here, And Hold Their Manhoods Cheap Whiles Any Speaks That Fought With Us Upon Saint Crispin's Day.