Report Me And My Cause Aright.

O, I Do Not Like That Paying Back, 'tis A Double Labor.

Steed Threatens Steed, In High And Boastful Neighs Piercing The Night's Dull Ear; And From The Tents The Armorers Accomplishing The Knights, With Busy Hammers Closing Rivets Up, Give Dreadful Note Of Preparation.

There Is A World Elsewhere.

And The More Pity That Great Folk Should Have Count'nance In This World To Drown Or Hang Themselves More Than Their Even-christen.

The Undeserver May Sleep When The Man Of Action Is Called On.