Then To Silvia Let Us Sing That

I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of Humility.

Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.

Grief Makes One Hour Ten.

Advance Our Standards, Set Upon Our Foes; Our Ancient Word Of Courage, Fair Saint George, Inspire Us With The Spleen Of Fiery Dragons!

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come. And Let My Liver Rather Heat With Wine, Than My Heart Cool With Mortifying Groans.