Valor Is Abased By Too Much Loftiness.

Ring Out Your Bells! Let Mourning Show Be Spread! For Love Is Dead.

As The Fertilest Ground, Must Be Manured, So Must The Highest Flying Wit Have A Daedalus To Guide Him.

Our Poor Eyes Were So Enriched As To Behold, And Our Low Hearts So Exalted As To Love, A Maid Who Is Such, That As The Greatest Thing The World Can Show Is Her Beauty, So The Least Thing That May Be Praised In Her Is Her Beauty.

Who Shoots At The Mid-day Sun, Though He Be So Sure He Shall Never Hit The Mark, Yet As Sure As He Is, He Shall Shoot Higher Than He Who Aims At A Bush.

The Day Seems Long, But Night Is Odious; No Sleep, But Dreams; No Dreams But Visions Strange.