Demand Me Nothing: What You Know, You

We Must Not Make A Scarecrow Of The Law, Setting It Up To Fear The Birds Of Prey, And Let It Keep One Shape Till Custom Make It Their Perch, And Not Their Terror.

Good Old Grandsire ... We Shall Be Joyful Of Thy Company.

Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given To Lying!

She Lov'd Me For The Dangers I Had Pass'd, And I Lov'd Her That She Did Pity Them

Is This Government Of Britain's Isle, And This The Royalty Of Albion's King?