To Persevere In Obstinate Condolement Is A

Wisdom Cries Out In The Streets, And No Man Regards It.

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!

God Is Our Fortress, In Whose Conquering Name Let Us Resolve To Scale Their Flinty Bulwarks.

Each Present Joy Or Sorrow Seems The Chief.

Too Early Seen Unknown, And Known Too Late!