Does the Eagle know what is in the pit / Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? / Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod, / Or Love in a golden bowl?

England! awake! awake! awake! / Jerusalem thy sister calls! / Why wilt thou sleep the sleep of death, / And close her from thy ancient walls?

Thou wilt say then, The branches were broken off, that I might be graffed in.

Direct not him whose way himself will choose: 'Tis breath thou lackest and that; breath wilt thou lose

The eagle never lost so much time, as when he submitted to learn of the crow.

Grant what thou commandest and then command what thou wilt.