Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful

A Little Fire Is Quickly Trodden Out, Which, Being Suffer'd, Rivers Cannot Quench.

And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night.

Cheerily To Sea; The Signs Of War Advance: No King Of England, If Not King Of France

Fight, Gentlemen Of England! Fight, Bold Yeomen! Draw, Archers, Draw Your Arrows To The Head! Spur Your Proud Horses Hard, And Ride In Blood; Amaze The Welkin With Your Broken Staves!

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.