Goodness Is Beauty In The

Honour Is Purchas'd By The Deeds We Do.

What Are Kings, When Regiment Is Gone, But Perfect Shadows In A Sunshine Day?

Strike Up The Drum And March Courageously.

My Men Like Satyrs Grazing On The Lawns, / Shall With Their Goat-feet Dance An Antic Hay.

Infinite Riches In A Little Room.