No gunpowder treason, nor plot
I can think of no greater treason, than yielding your reason
And giving your mind to rot.
If you see what I see, if you feel what I feel:
A vicious violation of our volition,
Not held as a mere venere of vanity.
You will stand to be vigilant and virtuous.
Remember, remember, the 5th of November
And think of what you have lost,
a life's labour and nothing to savour
you've chosen the oar as your spot.
Burn him!
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