Music Has Been Called The Speech Of

The Invitation, To Tom Highes What We Can We Will Be, Honest Englishmen. Do The Work That's Nearest, Though It's Dull At Whiles, Helping, When We Meet Them, Lame Dogs Over Stiles.

Be Good, Sweet Maid, And Let Who Will Be Clever.

Truth, For Its Own Sake, Had Never Been A Virtue With The Roman Clergy.

You Must Not Say That This Cannot Be, Or That That Is Contrary To Nature. You Do Not Know What Nature Is, Or What She Can Do; And Nobody Knows; Not Even Sir Roderick Murchison, Or Professor Huxley, Or Mr. Darwin, Or Professor Faraday, Or Mr. Grove, Or Any Other Of The Great Men Whom Good Boys Are Taught To Respect. They Are Very Wise Men; And You Must Listen Respectfully To All They Say: But Even If They Should Say, Which I Am Sure They Never Would, 'that Cannot Exist. That Is Contrary To Nature,' You Must Wait A Little, And See; For Perhaps Even They May Be Wrong.

And How High Is Christ's Cross? As High As The Highest Heaven, And The Throne Of God, And The Bosom Of The Father That Bosom Out Of Which Forever Proceed All Created Things. Ay, As High As The Highest Heaven! For If You Will Receive It When Christ Hung Upon The Cross, Heaven Came Down On Earth, And Earth Ascended Into Heaven.