I Will Instruct My Sorrows To Be

Now Get You To My Lady's Chamber, And Tell Her, Let Her Paint An Inch Thick, To This Favour She Must Come; Make Her Laugh At That.

Opinion's But A Fool, That Makes Us Scan The Outward Habit By The Inward Man.

Is This Government Of Britain's Isle, And This The Royalty Of Albion's King?

One Half Of Me Is Yours, The Other Half Is Yours, Mine Own, I Would Say; But If Mine, Then Yours, And So All Yours.

Virtue Preserv'd From Fell Destruction's Blast, Led On By Heaven, And Crown'd With Joy At Last.