England is safe, if true within itself.
And where the offense is, let the great axe fall.
If you spend word for word with me, I shall make your wit bankrupt.
'Tis the soldier's life to have their balmy slumbers waked with strife.
Gold--what can it not do, and undo?
Cheerily to sea; the signs of war advance: No king of England, if not king of France