I Thank God I Am As Honest

Why Should We Rise Because 'tis Light? Did We Lie Down Because T'was Night?

I Am In Blood Stepp'd In So Far, That, Should I Wade No More, Returning Were As Tedious As Go O'er.

Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death Makes Hard.

So, Good Night Unto You All. Give Me Your Hands, If We Be Friends, And Robin Shall Restore Amends.

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.