For Who So Firm That Cannot Be

An Angel; Or, If Not, An Earthly Paragon.

Light Seeking Light Doth Light Of Light Beguile: So, Ere You Find Where Light In Darkness Lies, Your Light Grows Dark By Losing Of Your Eyes.

The Daintiest Last, To Make The End Most Sweet.

Tis But A Base, Ignoble Mind That Mounts No Higher Than A Bird Can Soar.

O, She's Warm! If This Be Magic, Let It Be An Art Lawful As Eating.