So May He Rest, His Faults Lie

Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

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

Who Is Silvia What Is She, That All Our Swains Commend Her Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She.

No Longer Mourn For Me When I Am Dead Than You Shall Hear The Surly Sullen Bell Give Warning To The World That I Am Fled From This Vile World, With Vilest Worms To Dwell.

A Great Cause Of The Night Is Lack Of The Sun.