Reason Saw Not, Till Faith Sprung The

As Poetry Is The Harmony Of Words, So Music Is That Of Notes.

Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.

Never Was Patriot Yet, But Was A Fool.

For Every Inch That Is Not Fool, Is Rogue.

Affability, Mildness, Tenderness, And A Word Which I Would Fain Bring Back To Its Original Signification Of Virtue,--i Mean Good-nature,--are Of Daily Use; They Are The Bread Of Mankind And Staff Of Life.