So Musical A Discord, Such Sweet Thunder.

I Have Been Studying How I May Compare This Prison Where I Live Unto The World; And, For Because The World Is Populous, And Here Is Not A Creature But Myself, I Cannot Do It. Yet I'll Hammer It Out.

As You From Crimes Would Pardon'd Be, Let Your Indulgence Set Me Free.

It Is In Pardoning That We Are Pardoned.

I Am Never Merry When I Hear Sweet Music.

He's Mad That Trusts In The Tameness Of A Wolf.