(death Is) A Leap Into The Dark.

I Have Loved My Friends As I Do Virtue, My Soul, My God.

Let Age, Not Envy, Draw Wrinkles On Thy Cheeks.

There Is Musick, Even In The Beauty And The Silent Note Which Cupid Strikes, Far Sweeter Than The Sound Of An Instrument.

I Am In No Way Facetious, Nor Disposed For The Mirth And Galliardize Of Company, Yet In One Dream I Can Compose A Whole Comedy, Behold The Action, Apprehend The Jests, And Laugh Myself Awake At The Conceits Thereof.

As Reason Is A Rebel To Faith, So Passion Is A Rebel To Reason.