Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept

And Why Not Death Rather Than Living Torment? To Die Is To Be Banish'd From Myself; And Silvia Is Myself: Banish'd From Her Is Self From Self: A Deadly Banishment!

When Workmen Strive To Do Better Than Well, They Do Confound Their Skill In Covetousness.

Be Patient, For The World Is Broad And Wide.

These Signs Have Marked Me Extraordinary, And All The Courses Of My Life Do Show I Am Not In The Roll Of Common Men.

Out Of Her Favour, Where I Am In Love.