Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The

I Love You More Than Word Can Wield The Matter, Dearer Than Eye-sight, Space And Liberty

Women Are Angels, Wooing: Things Won Are Done; Joy's Soul Lies In The Doing: That She Beloved Knows Naught, That Knows Not This-- Men Prize The Thing Ungained More Than It Is.

Then To Silvia Let Us Sing That Silvia Is Excelling. She Excels Each Mortal Thing Upon The Dull Earth Dwelling.

The Sands Are Number'd That Make Up My Life; Here Must I Stay, And Here My Life Must End.

An Two Men Ride Of A Horse, One Must Ride Behind.