How Well He's Read, To Reason Against

As Full Of Spirit As The Month Of May, And As Gorgeous As The Sun In Midsummer.

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.

To Be Honest, As This World Goes, Is To Be One Man Picked Out Of Ten Thousand.

You Are An Alchemist; Make Gold Of That.

This Sleep Is Sound Indeed; This Is A Sleep That From This Golden Rigol Hath Divorc'd So Many English Kings.