A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A

When That Churl Death My Bones With Dust Shall Cover.

Thou Shalt Be Free As Mountain Winds: But Then Exactly Do All Points Of My Command.

Headstrong Liberty Is Lashed With Woe.

For Sweetest Things Turn Sourest By Their Deeds; Lillies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

What Is Light, If Sylvia Be Not Seen? What Is Joy If Sylvia Be Not By?