It Is The Business Of A Comic

If There's Delight In Love, 'tis When I See That Heart, Which Others Bleed For, Bleed For Me.

O Fie, Miss, You Must Not Kiss And Tell.

Music Has Charms To Soothe A Savage Breast, To Soften Rocks, Or Bend A Knotted Oak. I've Read That Things Inanimate Have Moved, And, As With Living Souls, Have Been Inform'd, By Magic Numbers And Persuasive Sound.

There Are Come Critics So With Spleen Diseased, They Scarcely Come Inclining To Be Pleased: And Sure He Must Have More Than Mortal Skill, Who Please One Against His Will.

O, She Is The Antidote To Desire.