Have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern god of sea.

Be strong, live happy and love, but first of all Him whom to love is to obey, and keep His great command!

Ev'n them who kept thy truth so pure of old, When all our fathers worshipp'd stocks and stones.

But peaceful was the night Wherein the Prince of Light His reign of peace upon the earth began.

The power of Kings and Magistrates is nothing else, but what is only derivative, transferrd and committed to them in trust from the People, to the Common good of them all, in whom the power yet remaines fundamentally, and cannot be takn from them, without a violation of thir natural birthright.

Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt, Dispraise, or blame,-nothing but well and fair, And what may quiet us in a death so noble.

And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons.