Music Has Charms To Sooth A Savage

It Is The Business Of A Comic Poet To Paint The Vices And Follies Of Human Kind.

Mr Witwould: "pray, Madam, Do You Pin Up Your Hair With All Your Letters? I Find I Must Keep Copies." Mrs Millamant: "only With Those In Verse.... I Never Pin Up My Hair With Prose."

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.

'tis Well Enough For A Servant To Be Bred At An University. But The Education Is A Little Too Pedantic For A Gentleman.

If Happiness In Self-content Is Placed, The Wise Are Wretched, And Fools Only Blessed.