The Very Beautiful Rarely Love At All;

Many Love Music But For Music's Sake, Many Because Her Touches Can Awake Thoughts That Repose Within The Breast Half-dead, And Rise To Follow Where She Loves To Lead. What Various Feelings Come From Days Gone By! What Tears From Far-off Sources Dim The Eye! Few, When Light Fingers With Sweet Voices Play, And Melodies Swell, Pause, And Melt Away, Mind How At Every Touch, At Every Tone, A Spark Of Life Hath Glistened And Hath Gone.

The Deafest Man Can Hear Praise, And Is Slow To Think Any An Excess.

How Sweet And Sacred Idleness Is!

A Man's Vanity Tells Him What Is Honor, A Man's Conscience What Is Justice.

Modesty And Diffidence Make A Man Unfit For Public Affairs; They Also Make Him Unfit For Brothels.