By My Soul I Swear, There Is

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come.

Thou Sodden-witted Lord! Thou Hast No More Brain Than I Have In Mine Elbows.

O England! Model To Thy Inward Greatness, Like Little Body With A Might Heart.

Eye Of Newt, And Toe Of Frog, Wool Of Bat, And Tongue Of Dog, Adder's Fork, And Blind-worm's Sting, Lizard's Leg, And Owlet's Wing, For A Charm Of Powerful Trouble, Like A Hell-broth Boil And Bubble.

Fair Thoughts And Happy Hours Attend On You.