What Is Light, If Sylvia Be Not

Make Not Your Thoughts Your Prisons.

Misery Makes Sport To Mock Itself.

I Hold It Cowardice To Rest Mistrustful Where A Noble Heart Hath Pawned An Open Hand In Sign Of Love.

Who Is So Firm That Can't Be Seduced?

Fear Not, Cesario, Take Thy Fortunes Up. Be That Thou Know'st Thou Art And Then Thou Art As Great As That Thou Fear'st.