Tax Not So Bad A Voice To

My Soul Is In The Sky.

Discharge My Followers; Let Them Hence Away, From Richard's Night To Bolingbrooke's Fair Day.

Keep Thy Foot Out Of Brothels, Thy Hand Out Of Plackets, Thy Pen From Lender's Books, And Defy The Foul Fiend.

My Charity Is Outrage, Life My Shame; And In That Shame Still Live My Sorrow's Rage!

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.