From Harmony, From Heav'nly Harmony. This Universal

Arts And Sciences In One And The Same Century Have Arrived At Great Perfection; And No Wonder, Since Every Age Has A Kind Of Universal Genius, Which Inclines Those That Live In It To Some Particular Studies; The Work Then, Being Pushed On By Many Hands, Must Go Forward.

But Wild Ambition Loves To Slide, Not Stand, And Fortune's Ice Prefers To Virtue's Land.

As Poetry Is The Harmony Of Words, So Music Is That Of Notes.

If Passion Rules, How Weak Does Reason Prove!

Fool, Not To Know That Love Endures No Tie, And Jove But Laughs At Lovers' Perjury.