As Good Play For Nothing, You Know,

Who O'er The Herd Would Wish To Reign, Fantastic, Fickle, Fierce, And Vain! Vain As The Leaf Upon The Stream, And Fickle As A Changeful Dream; Fantastic As A Woman's Mood, And Fierce As Frenzy's Fever'd Blood. Thou Many-headed Monster Thing, Oh Who Would Wish To Be Thy King!

"lambe Them, Lads! Lambe Them!" A Cant Phrase Of The Time Derived From The Fate Of Dr. Lambe, An Astrologer And Quack, Who Was Knocked On The Head By The Rabble In Charles The First's Time.

Respect Was Mingled With Surprise, And The Stern Joy Which Warriors Feel In Foemen Worthy Of Their Steel.

My Hope, My Heaven, My Trust Must Be, My Gentle Guide, In Following Thee.

I Will Tear This Folly From My Heart, Though Every Fibre Bleed As I Rend It Away!