Music, Music For A While Shall All

Such Subtle Covenants Shall Be Made,till Peace It Self Is War In Masquerade.

An Hour Will Come, With Pleasure To Relate Your Sorrows Past, As Benefits Of Fate.

Chaucer Followed Nature Everywhere, But Was Never So Bold To Go Beyond Her.

Trust On And Think To-morrow Will Repay; To-morrow's Falser Than The Former Day; Lies Worse; And While It Says, We Shall Be Blest With Some New Joys, Cuts Off What We Possest.

When We View Elevated Ideas Of Nature, The Result Of That View Is Admiration, Which Is Always The Cause Of Pleasure.