For By His Face Straight Shall You

Wise Men Never Sit And Wail Their Loss, But Cheerily Seek How To Redress Their Harms.

Now The Time Is Come, That France Must Veil Her Lofty-plumed Crest, And Let Her Head Fall Into England's Lap.

And Be These Juggling Friends No More Believ'd, That Palter With Us In A Double Sense; That Keep The Word Of Promise To Our Ear And Break It To Our Hope.

We Are Ready To Try Our Fortunes To The Last Man.

We Must Follow, Not Force Providence.