Woe To That Land That's Governed By

This Is His Uncle's Teaching, This Worcester, Malevolent To You In All Aspects, Which Makes Him Prune Himself And Bristle Up The Crest Of Youth Against Your Dignity.

We Fail! But Screw Your Courage To The Sticking-place, And We'll Not Fail.

The Latter End Of A Fray, And The Beginning Of A Feast, Fits A Dull Fighter, And A Keen Guest.

Thou Hast Most Traitorously Corrupted The Youth Of The Realm In Erecting A Grammar School.

The Heavenly-harness'd Team Begins His Golden Progress In The East.