...What's honour ?— a trim reckoning." " Men of England 1 wherefore plough For the lords, who lay you low ? Wherefore weave, with toil and care, The rich robes your tyrants wear ? * aa * a Sow seed — hut let no tyrant reap ; Find wealth — let no imposter heap ; Weave robes...

...winter winds arc bleak ; — They are dying while I speak. " Tie to hunger for such diet, As the rich man in his riot Casts to the fat dogs that lie Surfeiting beneath his eye. " 'Tis to let the Ghost of Gold Take from toil a thousand fold More than e'er its substance could In...

...winds are bleak :They are dying whilst I speak. XLII I. " 'Tis to hunger for such diet, As the rich man in his riot Casts to the fat dogs that lie Surfeiting beneath his eye. XLIV. " 'Tis to let the Ghost of Gold Take from toil a thousand fold, More than e'er its substance...

...What's honour ?—a trim reckoning." " Men of England 1 wherefore plough For the lords, who lay you low ? Wherefore weave, with toil and care, The rich robes your tyrants wear ? ***** Sow seed—but let no tyrant reap ; Find wealth—let no imposter heap ; Weave robes—let not the idler...

...What's honour ?— a trim reckoning." " Men of England I wherefore plough For the lords, who lay you low ? Wherefore weave, with toil and care, The rich...seed— but let no tyrant reap ; Find wealth — let no impost cr heap ; Weave robes — let not the idler wear ; Forge arms — in your defence to be«r."...

...winter winds are bleak :They are dying whilst I speak. " 'Tis to hunger for such diet, As the rich man in his riot Casts to the fat dogs that lie Surfeiting beneath his eye. XLIV. " 'Tis to let the Ghost of Gold Take from toil a thousand-fold More than e'er its substanee could...

...the winter winds are bleak : They are dying whilst I speak. 'Tis to hunger for such diet, As the rich man in his riot Casts to the fat dogs that lie Surfeiting beneath his eye. Tis to let the Ghost of Gold Take from toil a thousand fold More than e'er its substance could In the...

...bride. SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND. MEN of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low Î Wherefore weave with toil and care, The rich robes your tyrants wear 2 Wherefore feed, and clothe, and save, From the cradle to the grave, Those ungrateful drones who would...

...the world's dead gang, 23 SONG. MEN OF ENGLAND. MEN of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low ? Wherefore weave with toil and care, The rich robes your tyrants wear ? Wherefore feed, and clothe, and save, From the cradle to the grave, Those ungrateful drones who would...

...winds are bleak : — They are dying whilst I speak. XLI1I. " 'Tis to hunger for such diet, As the rich man in his riot Casts to the fat dogs that lie Surfeiting beneath his eye. XLIV. " 'Tis to let the Ghost of Gold Take from tuil a thousand fold, More than e'er its substance...