One Self-approving Hour Whole Years Outweighs.

The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heartfelt Joy.

Envy, To Which Th' Ignoble Mind's A Slave, Is Emulation In The Learn'd Or Brave.

Grave Authors Say, And Witty Poets Sing, That Honest Wedlock Is A Glorious Thing.

Music The Fiercest Grief Can Charm, And Fate's Severest Rage Disarm. Music Can Soften Pain To Ease, And Make Despair And Madness Please; Our Joys Below It Can Improve, And Antedate The Bliss Above.

Who Dies In Youth And Vigour, Dies The Best.