Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?

Oh, I have passed a miserable night, so full of ugly sights, of ghastly dreams!

In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life.

Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!

England is safe, if true within itself.

And nature must obey necessity.

Have patience, and endure