Consult The Genius Of The Place In

You Eat, In Dreams, The Custard Of The Day.

Music The Fiercest Grief Can Charm, And Fate's Severest Rage Disarm. Music Can Soften Pain To Ease, And Make Despair And Madness Please; Our Joys Below It Can Improve, And Antedate The Bliss Above.

Why Did I Write? What Sin To Me Unknown Dipped Me In Ink, My Parents , Or My Own?

Poets Like Painters, Thus Unskilled To Trace The Naked Nature And The Living Grace, With Gold And Jewels Cover Ev'ry Part, And Hide With Ornaments Their Want Of Art. True Wit Is Nature To Advantage Dressed, What Oft Was Thought, But Ne'er So Well Expressed.

To Be Angry Is To Revenge The Faults Of Others On Ourselves.