Thou Seest I Have More Flesh Than

And Crispin Crispian Shall Ne'er Go By, From This Day To The Ending Of The World, But We In It Shall Be Remembered- We Few, We Happy Few, We Band Of Brothers; For He To-day That Sheds His Blood With Me Shall Be My Brother

Now, My Masters, Happy Man Be His Dole, Say I; Every Man To His Business.

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy.

How Much Better Is It To Weep At Joy Than To Joy At Weeping?

Here I And Sorrows Sit; Here Is My Throne, Bid Kings Come Bow To It.