Is this government of Britain's Isle, and this the royalty of Albion's King?
Love surfeits not, Lust like a glutton dies; Love is all truth, Lust full of forged lies
Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!
Every why has a wherefore.
Let me not live, after my flame lacks oil, to be the snuff of younger spirits.
O England! Model to thy inward greatness, like little body with a might heart.