For Death Remembered Should Be Like A

Set We Forward; Let A Roman And A British Ensign Wave Friendly Together. So Through Lud's Town March, And In The Temple Of The Great Jupiter Our Peace We'll Ratify, Seal It With Feasts. Set On There! Never Was A War Did Cease, Ere Bloody Hands Were Washed, With Such A Peace.

Foul Whisp'rings Are Abroad.

The Sun With One Eye Vieweth All The World.

Frame Your Mind To Mirth And Merriment Which Bars A Thousand Harms And Lengthens Life.

The Moon's An Arrant Thief, And Her Pale Fire She Snatches From The Sun.