When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

They Say, The Tongues Of Dying Men Enforce Attention, Like Deep Harmony; Where Words Are Scarce, They're Seldom Spent In Vain; For They Breathe Truth, That Breathe Their Words In Pain.

That England, That Was Wont To Conquer Others, Hath Made A Shameful Conquest Of Itself.

A Great While Ago The World Begun, With Hey, Ho, The Wind And The Rain; But That's All One, Our Play Is Done, And We'll Strive To Please You Every Day.

It Is The Disease Of Not Listening...... That I Am Troubled With.

We Do Not Keep The Outward Form Of Order, Where There Is Deep Disorder In The Mind.