“Arcady, like Death its denizen with us, is all around us, if we – stalled beasts who want to be set forth – but see it. Forth, then, with Dan Geoffrey upon the heye wey:Forth, pilgrim, forth! Forth, beste, out of thy stal!Know thy contree, look up, thank God of all;Hold the heye wey, and lat thy gost thee lede;And trouthe thee shal delivere, it is no drede.”

“And shepherds we shall be,For Thee, my Lord, for Thee.Power hath descended forth from Thy hand,That our feet may swiftly carry out Thy command.So we shall flow a river forth to TheeAnd teeming with souls shall it ever be.In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.”

“Grant unto us, Lord, that we may set our hope on Thy name…and open the eyes of our hearts, that wemay know Thee.”“We beseech Thee, Lord and Master, to be our help and succour. Save those among us who are intribulation; have mercy on the lowly; lift up the fallen; show Thyself to those in need; heal the sick; turnagain the wanderers of Thy people; feed the hungry; ransom our prisoners; raise up the weak; comfortthe faint-hearted. Let all nations know that Thou art God alone, and that Jesus Christ is Thy Son, andthat we are Thy people and the sheep of Thy pasture.”“We praise Thee who art able to do these and better things than these, through Jesus Christ the HighPriest and Guardian of our souls, through whom be glory and majesty to Thee, both now andthroughout all generations, for ever and ever. Amen.”

“Verily I say unto you all: Arise and shine forth, that thy light may be a standard for the nations.”

“My country, 'tis of thee,Sweet land of liberty,Of thee I sing;Land where my fathers died,Land of the pilgrims' pride,From every mountainsideLet freedom ring!My native country, thee,Land of the noble free,Thy name I love;I love thy rocks and rills,Thy woods and templed hills;My heart with rapture thrills,Like that above.Let music swell the breeze,And ring from all the treesSweet freedom's song;Let mortal tongues awake;Let all that breathe partake;Let rocks their silence break,The sound prolong.Our father's God to Thee,Author of liberty,To Thee we sing.Long may our land be bright,With freedom's holy light,Protect us by Thy might,Great God our King.”

“For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps,Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. UrchinsShall forth at vast of night that they may workAll exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinchedAs thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stingingThan bees that made 'em.”