Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting

Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The Heart Of Woman Is!

I Shall Laugh Myself To Death At This Puppy-headed Monster!

Winter, Which, Being Full Of Care, Makes Summer's Welcome Thrice More Wish'd, More Rare.

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

I Say There Is No Darkness But Ignorance.