O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.
The brain may devise laws for the blood, but a hot temper leaps o'er a cold decree.
Virtue is bold, and goodness never fearful.
They are sick that surfeit with too much, as they that starve with nothing.
But men are men; the best sometimes forget.
So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.