My joy, my grief, my hope, my love

The yielding marble of her snowy breast.

We give public money, and must see that it goes to public use. Tell your money, fix it to public ends, and take order against occasions of this nature for the future.

Let us look to our Government, Fleet, and Trade.

'Tis strange that we have sat so many years, and given so much money, and are still called upon for Supply. The Lords may give Supply with their own money, but we give the peoples; we are their proxies.

The King governs by Law. Let us look back to the evils we had, in order to prevent more.

That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which on the shaft that made him die Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.