Music, Music For A While Shall All

Men Met Each Other With Erected Look, The Steps Were Higher That They Took; Friends To Congratulate Their Friends Made Haste, And Long Inveterate Foes Saluted As They Pass'd.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections.

Pains Of Love Be Sweeter Far Than All Other Pleasures Are.

All Delays Are Dangerous In War.

Mere Poets Are Sottish As Mere Drunkards Are, Who Live In A Continual Mist, Without Seeing Or Judging Anything Clearly. A Man Should Be Learned In Several Sciences, And Should Have A Reasonable, Philosophical And In Some Measure A Mathematical Head, To Be A Complete And Excellent Poet.