AUSTRIA. Upon thy cheek lay I this zealous kiss As seal to this indenture of my love: That to my home I will no more return Till Angiers and the right thou hast in France, Together with that pale, that white-fac'd shore, Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides And coops from other lands her islanders - Even till that England, hedg'd in with the main, That water-walled bulwark, still secure And confident from foreign purposes - Even till that utmost corner of the west Salute thee for her king. Till then, fair boy, Will I not think of home, but follow arms.

Upon Thy Cheek Lay I This Zealous Kiss

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