Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we: For such as we are made of, such we be

What private griefs they have, alas, I know not

Alas, how love can trifle with itself!

But if the cause be not good, the King himself hath a heavy reckoning to make, when all those legs and arms and heads chopped off in a battle shall join together at the latter day, and cry all, 'We died at such a place' - some swearing, some crying f

Mine's not an idle cause.

Hence, therefore, every leader to his charge; For, on their answer, will we set on them, And God befriend us as our cause is just!