On Dreary Night Let Lusty Sunshine Fall.

Youth Covets; Let Not This Covetousness Seduce You.

The Brave Person Thinks Of Himself Last Of All.

Virtue Is No Empty Echo.

Sorrows Must Die With The Joys They Outnumber.

O The Eye's Light Is A Noble Gift Of Heaven! All Beings Live From Light, Each Fair Created Thing; The Very Plants Turn With A Joyful Transport To The Light.