Cromwell, I charge thee, fling away ambition By that sin fell the angels how can man, then, The image of his Maker, hope to win by it Love thyself last cherish those hearts that hate thee Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr Serve the king And,prithee, lead me in There take an inventory of all I have, To the last penny 'tis the king's my robe, And my integrity to heaven, is all I dare now call mine own. O Cromwell, Cromwell 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.