Whose Heart The Accustom'd Sight Of Death

O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

What, Man, Defy The Devil. Consider, He's An Enemy To Mankind.

Rebellion In This Land Shall Lose His Sway, Meeting The Check Of Such Another Day.

Will All Great Neptune's Ocean Wash This Blood Clean From My Hand? No, This My Hand Will Rather The Multitudinous Seas Incarnadine, Making The Green One Red.

Much Rain Wears The Marble.