He Is Rich Who Hath Enough To

Sleep Is A Death, O Make Me Try By Sleeping, What It Is To Die, And As Gently Lay My Head On My Grave, As Now My Bed.

For There Is A Music Wherever There Is A Harmony, Order, Or Proportion, And Thus Far We May Maintain The Music Of The Spheres.

Therefore For Spirits, I Am So Far From Denying Their Existence That I Could Easily Believe, That Not Only Whole Countries, But Particular Persons, Have Their Tutelary And Guardian Angels.

Light Is The Shadow Of God.

There Is Musick, Even In The Beauty And The Silent Note Which Cupid Strikes, Far Sweeter Than The Sound Of An Instrument.