Britain Is A World By Itself, And

When I Waked, I Cried To Dream Again

Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise.

Sweet Recreation Barred, What Doth Ensue But Moody And Dull Melancholy, Kinsman To Grim And Comfortless Despair.

Were It My Cue To Fight, I Should Have Known It Without A Prompter.

It Is In Pardoning That We Are Pardoned.