Love-quarrels Oft In Pleasing Concord End.

Reason Also Is Choice.

Did I Request Thee, Maker, From My Clay To Mould Me Man? Did I Solicit Thee From Darkness To Promote Me?

If This Fail, The Pillar'd Firmament Is Rottenness, And Earth's Base Built On Stubble.

For Books Are As Meats And Viands Are; Some Of Good, Some Of Evil Sub-stance.

Aristotle ... Imputed This Symphony Of The Heavens ... This Music Of The Spheres To Pythagorus. ... But Pythagoras Alone Of Mortals Is Said To Have Heard This Harmony ... If Our Hearts Were As Pure, As Chaste, As Snowy As Pythagoras' Was, Our Ears Would Resound And Be Filled With That Supremely Lovely Music Of The Wheeling Stars.