O King, be loyal to the royal within you.
Had I but served my God with half the zeal I served my king, he would not in mine age have left me naked to mine enemies.
O, where is loyalty? If it be banished from the frosty head, Where shall it find a harbor in the earth?
Master, go on, and I will follow thee To the last gasp with truth and loyalty.
In thy face I see the map of honour, truth and loyalty.
The loyalty, well held to fools, does make Our faith mere folly.