Don′t know what it is that makes me love you so, / I only know I never want to let you go.

Temptations have since then been born to’s; for In those unfledged days was my wife a girl; Your precious self had then not cross’d the eyes Of my young play-fellow.

At Ewle we wonten gambole, daunce, to carrole, and to ſing, To haue gud ſpiced Sewe, and Roſte, and plum-pies for a King[…]

What brilliance it took from Harry Kane to control the cross and place the ball into the top corner.