To England Will I Steal, And There

But O, How Bitter A Thing It Is To Look Into Happiness Through Another Man's Eyes.

No Doubt They Rose Up Early To Observe The Rite Of May; And, Hearing Our Intent, Came Here In Grace Of Our Solemnity.

An Arrant Traitor As Any Is In The Universal World, Or In France, Or In England.

Courage And Comfort, All Shall Yet Go Well

O' What May Man Within Him Hide, Though Angel On The Outward Side!