We Do Pray For Mercy, And That

When A Wise Man Gives Thee Better Counsel, Give Me Mine Again.

When Law Can Do No Right, Let It Be Lawful That Law Bar No Wrong.

Hot And Hasty, Like A Scotch Jig.

Since Mine Own Doors Refuse To Entertain Me, I'll Knock Elsewhere, To See If They'll Disdain Me

Now The Time Is Come, That France Must Veil Her Lofty-plumed Crest, And Let Her Head Fall Into England's Lap.