Blown Roses Hold Their Sweetness To The

The Secret Pleasure Of A Generous Act Is The Great Mind's Great Bribe.

I Learn To Pity Woes So Like My Own.

The Soft Complaining Flute, In Dying Notes, Discovers The Woes Of Hopeless Lovers.

What Passion Cannot Music Raise And Quell!

All Things Are Subject To Decay And When Fate Summons, Monarchs Must Obey.