Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections.

A Thing Well Said Will Be Wit In All Languages.

Ah, How Sweet It Is To Love! Ah, How Gay Is Young Desire! And What Pleasing Pains We Prove When We First Approach Love's Fire!

Doeg, Though Without Knowing How Or Why, Made Still A Blundering Kind Of Melody; Spurr'd Boldly On, And Dash'd Through Thick And Thin, Through Sense And Nonsense, Never Out Nor In; Free From All Meaning Whether Good Or Bad, And In One Word, Heroically Mad.

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