This was the truest warrior That ever buckled sword; This the most gifted poet That ever breathed a word; And never earths philosopher Traced with his golden pen On the deathless page truths half so sage As he wrote down for men.
No: by the names inscribed in Historys page, Names that are Englands noblest heritage, Names that shall live for yet unnumbered years Shrined in our hearts with Cressy and Poictiers; Let wealth and commerce, laws and learning die, But leave us still our old nobility.