Ay, When Fowls Have No

Now, Infidel, I Have You On The Hip!

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies

I Long To Hear The Story Of Your Life, Which Must Take The Ear Strangely.

Faster Than Spring-time Showers Comes Thought On Thought.

Abate The Edge Of Traitors, Gracious Lord, That Would Reduce These Bloody Days Again And Make Poor England Weep In Streams Of Blood! Let Them Not Live To Taste This Land's Increase That Would With Treason Wound This Fair Land's Peace! Now Civil Wounds Are Stopped, Peace Lives Again: That She May Long Live Here, God Say Amen!