Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous

For Oaths Are Straws, Men's Faiths Are Wafer-cakes, And Hold-fast Is The Only Dog.

The Best Quarrels, In The Heat, Are Cursed By Those That Feel Their Sharpness.

Who Is So Firm That Can't Be Seduced?

They Are Sick That Surfeit With Too Much, As They That Starve With Nothing.

I Thank You All And Here Dismiss You All, And To The Love And Favor Of My Country Commit Myself, My Person, And The Cause.