He That Is Thy Friend Indeed, He

Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest Gaze By The Sweet Power Of Music.

If Thou Dost Seek To Have What Thou Dost Hide, By Self-example Mayst Thou Be Denied.

For Where Thou Art, There Is The World Itself, With Every Several Pleasure In The World, And Where Thou Art Not, Desolation.

Trifles Light As Air Are To The Jealous Confirmations Strong As Proofs Of Holy Writ.

How Now, Wit! Whither Wander You?