Good Company, Good Wine, Good Welcome, Can

I Can Call Spirits From The Vasty Deep.

There Are No Tricks In Plain And Simple Faith.

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

Ne'er Ask Me What Raiment I'll Wear, For I Have No More Doublets Than Backs, No More Stockings Than Legs, Nor No More Shoes Than Feet--nay, Sometime More Feet Than Shoes, Or Such Shoes As My Toes Look Through The Overleather.

And Flights Of Angels Sing Thee To Thy Rest!