Lord, Lord, How This World Is Given

I Thank You All And Here Dismiss You All, And To The Love And Favor Of My Country Commit Myself, My Person, And The Cause.

Where I Could Not Be Honest, I Never Yet Was Valiant.

Talkers Are No Good Doers.

And Send Him Many Years Of Sunshine Days!

O World, World! Thus Is The Poor Agent Despised. O Traitors And Bawds, How Earnestly Are You Set A-work, And How Ill Requited! Why Should Our Endeavor Be So Loved, And The Performance So Loathed?