I Am A Kind Of Burr; I

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror.

I Say There Is No Darkness But Ignorance.

So Musical A Discord, Such Sweet Thunder.

Now See That Noble And Most Sovereign Reason, Like Sweet Bells Jangled, Out Of Tune And Harsh.